Let’s go Rrrrrrrrrangers.
November 17th, 2007 | by Scott Jennings |After spending all morning reading about how much I missed out on by failing to score the tightest ticket in town, I figured the Universe owed me one. But the best the Universe could do on short notice was drop club level tickets to the Rangers-Islanders game at Madison Square Garden in my lap.
Ice hockey? Oh, all right, if I have to. I gave Jason a call, and we hit it up, hoping to spend a better two and a half hours than we did watching American Gangster over the weekend. (American Gangster was terrible.)
One row behind us was a group of drunk Russians, and one row in front of us was a gaggle of attractive young women, at least one an Islanders fan. This was a big mistake in the eyes of the oldest drunkest Russian, who was a tireless partisan for his Rrrrrrangers. The Islanders were the first to score, and the drunk Russian threw a soft pretzel at the head of the attractive young Islanders fan.
Fortunately, this was a soft pretzel and no harm was done, but the whole section was on notice. There was a whole row of firefighters in front of the girls, and they advised the Russians to keep their house under control, and our own personal Cuban Missile Crisis was averted. Another guy declared the drunk Russian his personal mascot, and cheered with him for the Rrrrrrrrangers. These were a pair of trrrrrrrue Rrrrrrrrangers fans, the rest of you be damned.
As we entered the third period down a goal, that drunk Russian guy was an inspiration to us all. He yelled and exhorted his Rrrrrrrangers to keel dem muddarfuckars, but tonight, it wasn’t quite enough.
You poor drunk Russian. Islanders 2, Rrrrrrrrrangers 1.
