sumpin' a-fowl is going on 'round here..

Every once in awhile Phill can get free tickets to the Anaheim Ducks. Being new to the area, and truthfully wanting to "try" new things/venues, (free is always a bonus) we went to the Honda Arena to partake as spectator fans in a hockey game...The Anaheim Ducks vs. San Jose Sharks. Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

This is the second game we have attended. At least this time I didn't say "NY Rangers" out loud. Phill said he would fine me $100 smackeroos if I played snob again!

So this venture to the arena, we figured why not blend in (can we do that?), and enjoy the evening with a few thousand or more fans.

Struggling through traffic on The 5, we arrive in style having enough time to enjoy the outdoor party hosted by the Ducks! All fans were invited, "To join in and enjoy the playoff atmosphere." Somehow that struck me funny.

The color of the night was either orange or black. Phill was wearing plaid (always mad for it), and I fuchsia. Maybe a hasty decision isn't always the bestest one, we purchased Duck's apparel. I threw my jersey over this Jersey girl, Phill had to go inside the men's room and change.

Waiting for Phill, I am feeling like one of the crowd! Yea, this is my team. When I spot Phill walking towards me in his Duck Duck, oh you silly goose, jersey I start to laugh.

Phill says, "What's so funny?" I am pretty sure I made him self conscious.

I replied, "Do you feel like a db right now?" ( A more polite term for db, is Scmucky Duck). We start howling!

What were we thinking? Wearing the other gangs colors!! We have always been NY Ranger's fans, but not fans like we are YANKEE fans.

We bleed blue.

To get past this silliness, let's eat some fooood!

Not everyone was wearing the color of the evening. We did have Weinerschnitzel's Angus hot dogs, and poor, poor Phill had to suffer and get a photo with these two pathetic, Miller Lite girls.

I had to retake the photo 3 times, just to make sure Phill was looking at the camera lens! Focus here Phill.

I decided I needed a photo-op with a popcorn hottie. The teen behind the counter wasn't into old Italian, chubby, popcorn eaters. No photo op with him. HIS LOSS!!

Oh well, so I made my own fun. Now this is where in times past, I have gotten myself into little bits of trouble! "Hey Dessert Boy!" (another tale, another time....)

As we strolled into the arena, we even received crying towels, to whip and wave around! I sprained my right wrist trying to rotate the silly thing. I also had some loose popcorn kernels on it, after knoshing on my Popcornopolis Kettle Corn. I realized after gyrating the towel after a huge brawl on the ice, that the fans behind me might be wearing embedded bits o'corn! I couldn't make myself to turn around. Better than beer down the back, right?

Oh the Schmucky Ducks? They lost. Their punches were on target, their pucks? Foggedaboudit. I wanted to start a chant, "Let's go schmucker's!" I knew that was not the best thing to yell...

We have tickets again for tomorrow night. We will wear our colors, bring our towels, and hope to see finally a winning Stanley Cup Ice Hockey Playoff Game.