road and hockey weary

i’ve been away from home for a while and haven’t written anything about our hockey loss to detroit at home last sunday. i was in the car last sunday traveling from new york to tennessee with my sister. it was my turn to drive and as i took the wheel the rain started pelting us in pennsylvania. the fifth game was starting in three minutes and i had my sister scanning all the radio channels to find the NBC waves. nothing doing. the rain was coming down in giant globs and my cell phone started ringing. sis flipped it open to a text message. “Arnott out” she read to me. “What? What? What?” i yelled. “Just drive!” she said. “Answer him. ask him what is wrong with arnott.” forget it. she doesn’t know how to text. after many more texts to us and none coming from us the phone rang. “Now what?” sissy said. “Just answer and say hello.” it was daughter calling from the game i was supposed to be at. i could hear her yelling at sissy. “what’s going on?” “she wants me to put it on speaker phone,” sissy said. the rain was still heavy, traffic was slow and the wipers were spazzing out as i tried to adjust their rythmn. “push the little button on the bottom left.” after many attempts she just said, “forget it! i’m hanging up!” “I don’t think so! give me that.” i got the phone and pushed the speaker phone button. i heard roaring, cheering, screaming, chanting…” it was wonderful. the crowd was going crazy for our team at the final game of the first playoff round. the end result was a loss for the team against the red wings but the beginning of a wonderful relationship between the city of nashville and surrounding communities with the predators organization. a bond was formed this past season between the fans, community and team that none of us will ever forget or take for granted. we’ve just renewed our season ticket package.

pass the catfish, please.

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road and hockey weary

i’ve been away from home for a while and haven’t written anything about our hockey loss to detroit at home last sunday. i was in the car last sunday traveling from new york to tennessee with my sister. it was my turn to drive and as i took the wheel the rain started pelting us in pennsylvania. the fifth game was starting in three minutes and i had my sister scanning all the radio channels to find the NBC waves. nothing doing. the rain was coming down in giant globs and my cell phone started ringing. sis flipped it open to a text message. “Arnott out” she read to me. “What? What? What?” i yelled. “Just drive!” she said. “Answer him. ask him what is wrong with arnott.” forget it. she doesn’t know how to text. after many more texts to us and none coming from us the phone rang. “Now what?” sissy said. “Just answer and say hello.” it was daughter calling from the game i was supposed to be at. i could hear her yelling at sissy. “what’s going on?” “she wants me to put it on speaker phone,” sissy said. the rain was still heavy, traffic was slow and the wipers were spazzing out as i tried to adjust their rythmn. “push the little button on the bottom left.” after many attempts she just said, “forget it! i’m hanging up!” “I don’t think so! give me that.” i got the phone and pushed the speaker phone button. i heard roaring, cheering, screaming, chanting…” it was wonderful. the crowd was going crazy for our team at the final game of the first playoff round.  the end result was a loss for the team against the red wings but the beginning of a wonderful relationship between the city of nashville and surrounding communities with the predators organization. a bond was formed this past season between the fans, community and team that none of us will ever forget or take for granted. we’ve just renewed our season ticket package.

pass the catfish, please.

game 3

it was sushi night at the sommet center. octipi and catfish on ice.

the red wing/predator game last night was pure playoff hockey. ups and downs, trashy calls, scuffles, and scoring.  the predators were happy to be home, happy to have legwand back on the ice and happy to come back from a scoring deficit in the second period.

the crowd was ready, too. the hometown fair atmosphere outside the arena before the game included a country rock band, inflatables to climb on, basketballs to throw, hockey pucks for the little guys and gals to slap and lines waiting to get into the arena at 5pm. the game started at 6:30.

jason arnott, marty erat and ryan suter were our scoring guys. arnott had been suffering from shooter’s block and erat shoots as often as our goalie, ellis.  arnie got two goals last night so his shooting should be flowing tomorrow night when we play the wings again in nashville.

preds 5

wings 3

GO PREDS!

 

game 3

it was sushi night at the sommet center. octipi and catfish on ice.

the red wing/predator game last night was pure playoff hockey. ups and downs, trashy calls, scuffles, and scoring. the predators were happy to be home, happy to have legwand back on the ice and happy to come back from a scoring deficit in the second period.

the crowd was ready, too. the hometown fair atmosphere outside the arena before the game included a country rock band, inflatables to climb on, basketballs to throw, hockey pucks for the little guys and gals to slap and lines waiting to get into the arena at 5pm. the game started at 6:30.

jason arnott, marty erat and ryan suter were our scoring guys. arnott had been suffering from shooter’s block and erat shoots as often as our goalie, ellis. arnie got two goals last night so his shooting should be flowing tomorrow night when we play the wings again in nashville.

preds 5

wings 3

GO PREDS!

i went to church today and…

…the congregation were people in jeans, khakis, cool tee shirts, sweaters, stylish haircuts, artsy glasses and sneakers/sandals/heels.

the church was in The Factory in Franklin, utilizing a large room with a concrete floor and ceilings made of wooden beams and galvanized steel.

pews were blue upolstered chairs set up theatre style to the alter/stage.

before the service started the parishoners were drinking coffee from the coffee bar, watching television monitors with either ”God” words or the stylin’ young-enough-to -be-my-kid Pastor giving a lesson on child rearing or checking their email on their computer. wi-fi is available.

the ‘choir’ was a band with back-up singers and a lead singer who played guitar. there also was a bass player, keyboard, drums and a sound mixing station at the back of the audience.

the service didn’t scare me, make me feel guilty or make me mad. yet. it did make me think, question and shake my head in ‘i-get-it-moments’, though.

when pastor jamie had us pray in church today, i closed my eyes, bowed my head and listened. when he spoke i heard a man who halted in his prayer as he searched for just the right words, speaking carefully as he asked god to guide us and help us find our talent and use it. i don’t think he was talking about playing the clarinet.

so far, church is really cool to this non-church goer.

i went to church today and…

…the congregation were people in jeans, khakis, cool tee shirts, sweaters, stylish haircuts, artsy glasses and sneakers/sandals/heels. 

the church was in The Factory in Franklin, utilizing a large room with a concrete floor and ceilings made of wooden beams and galvanized steel.

pews were blue upolstered chairs set up theatre style to the alter/stage.

before the service started the parishoners were drinking coffee from the coffee bar, watching television monitors with either  “God” words or the stylin’ young-enough-to -be-my-kid Pastor giving a lesson on child rearing or checking their email on their computer.  wi-fi is available.

the ‘choir’ was a band with back-up singers and a lead singer who played guitar. there also was a bass player, keyboard, drums and a sound mixing station at the back of the audience.

the service didn’t scare me, make me feel guilty or make me mad. yet. it did make me think, question and shake my head in ‘i-get-it-moments’, though.

when pastor jamie had us pray in church today, i closed my eyes, bowed my head and listened. when he spoke i heard a man who halted in his prayer as he searched for just the right words, speaking carefully as he asked god to guide us and help us find our talent and use it. i don’t think he was talking about playing the clarinet.

so far, church is really cool to this non-church goer.