I have to say, that first step out of the car towards Arrowhead Pond, in my Stars jersey, was the tiniest bit intimidating. I got over it pretty quickly, but it was my first time having a game experience as the “visitor.” I was surprised how many Stars jerseys I saw once we got inside. Not that I blame them…..good to know some Anaheim folks recognize talent when they see it.
Met a few guys that had made the trip up from Dallas. One of them winked at me, according to my nephew. I miss everything.
The game itself was disappointing. The Ducks scored on Turco about 30 seconds in. Not a good way to start off. The whole game we just looked sloppy. We ended up getting ahead, only to let them tie in the final minutes, forcing it into OT. We played better in OT than we did the entire game. Ugh. No score after 5, so we went to a shootout. And, of course, we LOST. Our FIRST loss in a shootout the ENTIRE season. And I had to be there to see it.
Saturday we headed up to LA and Hollywood. I got to find Marilyn’s star on the Walk of Fame (which is not nearly as nice and fancy as I expected it to be). Got several pics of that. Then we headed over to the Chinese Theater and found her and Jane Russell’s hand and footprints. More pictures. I could’ve been all emotional about it if given time to savor it more, so it’s probably a good thing that one of my nephews was a little restless. lol
And a bad thing to realize that my battery in my digital camera was dying. I don’t know what that was all about….a full charge should’ve lasted way longer than that. I only took a dozen or so pics the night before. And since we weren’t going back to the hotel before the game, that meant I’d get very few digital pics that night. Which sucks even more because I don’t have a zoom on my 35mm and we were sitting in the nosebleeds.
Bought a few souvenirs and gifts to bring back and then we went to Chinatown and wandered around for a few hours. Hopefully I got some good pics there, too. It’s been so long since I’ve shot film, I’m a little nervous about seeing how they turned out. Plus noticing the film speeds i was using mid-way through the roll. D’oh.
Bought more stuff there, ate lunch, wandered some more. Then it was time to head to the Staples Center for the game.
I saw far fewer Stars jerseys there. People looked at me like they were completely appalled to see me walking in with a Stars jersey on. It was pretty funny to see some of the weird looks I got. But no one was rude about it atleast.
One of my nephews and I went down to watch the warmups before the game. Saw a few other Stars fans then. And was horrified to realize that my Mikey was not on the ice! I fired off some text messages to Dr Honeydew and Mexigoalie to see if they knew wtf was going on. Morrow was wearing the C, so Mo was definitely not playing. Neither of them could find any news on it. Since my digital was almost dead, I took the film camera down for warmups. And then quickly realized I was out of film and didn’t bring my purse down with me. So I might have gotten 4 or so shots before resorting to my camera phone. D’oh again.
Another crap game. We did good killing off penalties, but our PP was non-existant without Mo and Zubie on the ice. The fans around us didn’t really heckle me at all. And I coerced one of my nephews and sis-in-law into yelling STARS with me during the anthem. That was fun. And we certainly weren’t alone. We may not have seen all the Stars fans, but it was obvious they were there.
My brother, Dilbert, was cracking up at me because, at one point, we were on the powerplay and it was dead quiet (those fans could make some noise, but only when prompted by the video screen). So, being down 1-0, and wanting to motivate my boys (ha), I yelled “Let’s go Stars!” at the top of my lungs. The people around me all turned around so fast I’m certain they got whiplash. Every one of them’s facial expression was priceless. I guess they were expecting to hear “Kings” so when I got to the Stars part, they were all aghast. Funny.
After the Kings first (and only) goal (damn you, Roenick), when we were killing off a penalty, some guy behind us, apparently unhappy with the fact that we were clearing the puck constantly, said, “Dammit. Now we suck again.” That was pretty funny, too.
Anyway, after enduring another crappy Stars game, which we lost 1-0, not a single LA fan was rude or obnoxious to me. Which was surprising considering, at one point, towards the end of the game, the ENTIRE place started a “Dallas Sucks” chant. I honestly thought that was tacky. And I was surprised that EVERY SINGLE person seemed to join in. I’ve never been a fan of booing the other team or specifically using the word sucks in a chant. I guess my mother taught me better. But after the game, no one really had anything to say to me. I got more weird looks, but that was about it. One guy actually turned around and realized I was in a Stars jersey and said, “Tough loss, huh?”
So then the drive back to the hotel in Anaheim and off to bed. That’s enough for now. I’ll tell about Sunday later. I’m having serious eye problems today. One eye has been bugging me for almost a week now. Just when I first wake up it’s all scratchy and tearing and hurting. Then it would get better after about an hour and I’d be fine. Starting Sunday, it’s pretty much hurt all day.
When I woke up this morning (we got back to my brother’s late last night) my left eye would barely open. Two hours later and it will still barely open, hurts like hell and is all puffy and watering. And light if almost unbearable. I’ve been wearing sunglasses all day, even inside. Not sure what to do about it.