The National Anthem was a Jimi Hendrix style guitar rendition performed by a guy who looked like he was no stranger to fishbowling his Geo Metro. I would have liked to have seen him shred a little "Oh, Canada", but unfortunately the visiting Bridgeport Sound Tigers hail from the lower 48.
Hey, it's Kyle McLaren and the San Jose Sharks $2.5 million salary cap dump! We decided that if we were in McLaren's situation and trapped in Worcester for the year, we would just start showing up to games half in the bag.
The Sharks, like most minor league teams, feature lots of cheesy in-game entertainment and promotions. My favorites were the super awkward green screen video of Sharks' forward Riley Armstrong bobbing his head with with a clip of "Night at The Roxbury" playing in the background and the Critter Control "Pesty Behavior Play of the Game", which last night was just some guy inadvertently bumping into someone after the whistle.
The best intermission entertainment ever is when they let little kids play a short hockey game. There are always at least 8 kids on the ice at a time for each team and there is always one overgrown kid that ends up knocking kids over. The Woo Sharks let the kids play during the first intermission. Naturally, we gambled on it. I took the Blue team. The Blue team looked sharp at both ends of the ice but couldn't seem to put the puck in the net. The Blue goalie looked like a pint-sized Patrick Roy. The game ended in a 0-0 tie, so no cash was exchanged. I blame the Blue team's coach. He had one very poorly timed shift change that cost them the win in my opinion. The sad thing is this game was 10 times more exciting than the actual game. FINZ, the Sharks super creepy looking mascot served as referee for the game. I wouldn't put it past that slippery bastard to take a bribe from the White team. We all know that Blades likes the hooch, but FINZ may also like to imbibe.
Jillian's was showing the UFC fights which means a $7 cover charge and a crowd consisting primarily of douche bags with chinstrap beards and tribal tattoos and their overweight girlfriends, but unfortunately no sign of Kyle McLaren. We ended up staying there and shooting some pool and watching the UFC fights. I was surprised to learn that Michael Buffer's less talented brother Bruce does the ring announcing for UFC. One other note on UFC: you could not pay me enough to put a "Condom Depot" ad across my ass.
They were giving away some free Captain Morgan's swag at the bar. I got a key chain and a t-shirt. I wonder if Zdeno Chara has ever used the line "Do you want a little captain in you?"?
Well, that was my night in the Woo. Wasn't that better than a formulated B's recap? I would like to make this a reoccurring feature on Stanley Cup of Chowder. I just need to find a way to drag my friends to college and AHL games.