|Nashville 4 - Columbus 3 (overtime)|
8-16-4, 5th in Central Division, 15th in Western Conference
While the outcome of the game was terrible, I had a great time during that first 58-plus minutes and will focus the majority of my attention on that. I'll save the most pertinent thought regarding the outcome for last.
1. A Rocking Good Time (for 58 and a half minutes) - If you ever get an invite from Greg May to join him at a Blue Jackets game, drop whatever you are doing and run - don't walk - to Nationwide Arena. Once again, Greg and I had an uproariously good time. From our outstanding vantage point on the game, directly behind the glass on the attacking side in section 109, we had a terrible vantage point of half the game (the half played at the other side). We more than made up for it on our end, joining the fun-loving crowd around us in expressing our deep admiration for the Nashville Predators. (And those guys behind us were expressing their deep admiration for the CBJ Ice Girls, but that's a discussion that won't be held online.) Point is, Greg has an awesome sense of humor and perspective on the game. I have not laughed that hard in a long, long time.
1a. Messin' with Sasquatch - It started in warmups, where the Preds were taking shots into the net directly in front of us. As the team filed off to the locker room, only a couple Preds were left...including this Yeti-like character named Brian McGratton. Seriously, he was something like 7 feet tall and furry. And he couldn't hit an empty net if he tried. Anyway, we decided to play a little with him. Greg made a box out of his fingers and pressed 'em against the glass. "Shoot here," we goaded him on. McGratton saw us screwing with him, a la the "Messin' With Sasquatch" commercials ("Want a ride?" <drives away> "Sohhhh-reee...."). And wouldn't you know...
Do you see the water spray arching around "He hit here"? Dang, that was close.
2. The Problem Drinker - The object our affection for two-thirds of the night was, of course, Predators goaltender Pekka Rinne. If you're new to the blog, you need to know that Greg is the
And boy, is Rinne a drinker. Dude must have a hollow leg. If there's a whistle called, he's flipping around and grabbing that bottle. Take this brief video, multiply it by 50 or 60, and you have Rinne's night in goal:
|The boys share a drink with Pekka Rinne.|