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April 27, 2006
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
The scramble started Thursday when I realized that CBC has two feeds for the playoffs... and the feed we got from Rogers wasn't showing the series opener between Edmonton/Detroit. Research, planning and grovelling filled the afternoon. It was meant to be, though. Through my immense powers of negotiation, Moyse and I had a place to watch the game. All it cost me was an all-you-can-eat sushi dinner and most of my pride. Worth every penny.I was pretty excited to see the game and the Oilers didn't fail me one bit. I'm not sure if this happened to everyone, but near the end of the first overtime, the feed switched from the game to the Calgary/Anaheim one. I was incensed and hurled many an invective towards the people working at CBC and their mothers (and their mother's mothers). Luckily, someone realized this grievous error and the Oilers returned... Only to lose in the second OT to a fluke goal. Considering how great that game was, Moyse and I decided we needed to see the game in person.
So, we took a trip down to Hockeytown USA. It was a rather uneventful drive: if you discount sporatic hydroplaning, occasional loss of visibility beyond the confines of the windshield and sudden loss of speed as the transmission became waterlogged.
After a brief stop in a shady part of town to prevent my bladder from rupturing, we finally found our way to Joe Louis Arena... Only to find out we had actually arrived at the Cabo Center. Touring around a bit more finally presented us with the sea of red we were expecting. Getting out of the car, the couple who had parked next to us remarked, "Oh look, Oilers fans." Here we go, I thought to myself."Yep. They're going to win it today."
"Well, we're Oilers fans too; Especially because our son plays for the team."
We had parked next to Mike Peca's parents.
Joe Louis Arena is a pretty nice place. It's very reminiscent of the Coliseum, with good sight lines and an intimate feel. I knew we were in the States by the shot carosels and the 24oz beers. Surprisingly, they leave the drunks pretty well alone in at the Joe as well. While we were waiting for the game to start, there was a fan that was trying to get up the stairs to his seat. It was a good thing that his buddy there was holding his beers for him because in the middle of his precarious ascent, he promptly fell down flipping over the tops of two rows of seats. No one said anything and I think he made it eventually.
The game was stellar. The looks of disgust whenever the Oilers scored were fantastic. It probably didn't help with the amount of yelling and taunting we did. The fans were excited, I guess. The branding and the pre-game festivities were entertaining. The enthuisasm was nowhere near that found in Edmonton though. Regardless, it was pretty fun trading jabs with Wings fans and the staff at the Joe. When it was all said and done, people there were pretty classy. An older gentleman sitting in front of us actually turned and shook our hands, congratulating us on the win.With the Oilers up 2-1 in the series right now, every game I've watched so far has been more exciting than the last. Given the current trajectory of this matchup, I can't wait to see what'll happen when I'm back in Detroit on Saturday.
April 06, 2006
Who are you? (Who who, who who?)
I took part in a team building event yesterday based on CSI. The event was organized by L(earn)2, a company known for their award winning team building activity Save the Titanic. The CSI experience was rather well done. I was impressed by the organization and creativity of the program. We had many "forensic" activities including fingerprinting, interrogation and gathering evidence from various crime scenes. There were even samples to be collected that could be sent out to the labs: the test results relayed to us on the cell phone we carried while running around the site. The way they used the affiliate area was rather quaint and logical: we actually went to the labs to drop off lab samples; crime scenes were staged in a number of areas: including the murdered VPs office, his car, the cafeteria - culminating with the scene of the death - a tape outline surrounded by scattered evidence in the gym.Our group was rather... interesting. For the most part the group members were having fun and enjoying the spirit of the day. There were a few people who took it a bit too seriously though. They conducted good cop-bad cop interrogations of the people running the stations (using an unfocused but surprisingly intense line of questioning). They were two steps away from ransacking someone's office "to look for more clues". One guy even went so far as to taste some of the powder found at one of the "crime scenes". What he hoped to determine from that particular scientific venture is beyond me. I'm sure that investigators do that all the time in real life though, so who am I to judge?