So goes the Grateful Dead song so aptly named “Tennessee Jed”. And that was my mantra this past weekend. After several months as an Hlogger, I think I’ve made it pretty clear on who my favorite player is (hint: start with an O, ends with an R, and has a “rtmeye” in the middle). Because his new team does not play my team at all this season (I hate that about the post-lockout NHL – I’m so glad that's changing), I actually went on an adventure to watch him play. Yes, folks, from the humble surroundings of the NY metro area to the Music City, I trekked to Nashville to see my boy Jed take the ice. If he wasn’t coming to me, then I was going to him. I dragged my hubby with me and we made a weekend out of it, with a Preds vs. Stars contest tossed in there.
As those of you in the Northeastern part of the US experienced, Friday morning greeted us with a blanket of snow. Of course, we were scheduled to fly out of Philly that morning, and needless to say, we didn’t know how it would unfold. The TV said airports were delayed for hours; the internet said some flights were cancelled, but ours was on time. What? How is that possible? As it came time to leave, we decided to give it a try.
After a white-knuckly ride down 95, we parked in long-term (I think we got the last spot), shuttled to the terminal, and behold: the flight was on time. Out with the passports and off with the shoes, we made our flight, and barely made our connection. We got to Nashville without incident. This was not the adventure that I signed up for, but someone was watching over us for sure.
Saturday morning we made our way around town. We passed by the Sommet Center (we learned that the correct pronunciation is soh-may), and across the street we saw a crowd gathering. It wouldn’t have been unusual, but the rest of the city was still asleep at 9:30am, so they stood out. Turns out they were waiting for the Dallas Stars to emerge from their hotel and go across the street to practice at the Sommmayyy Center. I only know Mike Modano by face, so we hung around until we saw him. No sign of any Preds, unfortunately.
By nightfall, we were jacked for the game. We brazenly donned out Rangers jersey (I wanted to make sure Jed could see us during warmups). When I planned this trip back in November, I knew it was risky – in the three months leading up to our trip, Jed could have been a) traded, b) scratched, or c) injured. At this point, we could only rule out a and c, but b had been happening often lately, so we had to wait and see if he was dressed.
When #41 hopped out on the ice, I was downright giddy. We were standing behind the corner facing the blue line, and I KNOW he saw me. How could he miss two blue Rangers jerseys among all the Preds jerseys? I KNOW he saw me!!!
The whole package that was “the game” was more like a small-scale circus. I don’t know about places, but the games that I’ve been to (MSG, NJ, Philly) don’t have much of a show except for the game itself. Maybe it’s an attempt to drum up business in a previously non-hockey market, but let me tell you, I didn’t expect this. Right before the puck was dropped, the Jumbotron played a cartoon of a giant cat pouncing all over Nashville “preying” on its divisional opponents. Then a big cat head was lowered from the ceiling and the players came through it as they entered the ice. There’s also the mascot that dropped from the rafters swinging on a cable, the ice girls (not on skates, surprisingly), goal girls (who were on skates and entertained us as the band played in between periods), a flying cat that dropped stuff, and Fang Fingers: a gesture that Preds fans are supposed to make – at the direction of the announcer – when the Preds go on the power play. I must live a sheltered life. But what did I care? Jed was playing!!!
My Jed-inspired giddiness was to be short-lived. Halfway through the first period, Jed sustained a crushing blow against the boards. He hobbled off the ice and that was the last I saw of him. To top it off, they Preds got shelled 6-3. The fans were merciless to Modano. We topped the night off with a couple of cold ones, and the prepped for our early flight the next day.
So that’s my long-winded story. All in all, we had a good time, and I got to see my boy Jed play, at least for a little while. We’d do it again – that is if Jed is still playing there next season.
Monday, February 25, 2008
“Tennessee, Tennessee, There Ain’t No Place I’d Rather Be…”
Sunday, October 28, 2007
An Open Letter to Mike Modano
Dear Mike Modano,
It is to my understanding that you recently wed former pop-star and Dancing With the Stars alum, Willa Ford. Congratulations, I'm sure you'll be very happy together, with your millions of dollars and your ridiculous house (yeah, I saw MTV Cribs, what are you gonna do?). I'm not sure what she's doing these days, but give her my best wishes, would you?
Now that the the pleasantries are out of the way, I'm going to get harsh. What the hell is wrong with you lately? Allow me to explain why I am asking you this.
Recently (with a few exceptions), you look like you've been skating in mud. This is severely uncool, Mr. Modano. You are aware that at the beginning of the season, you were five points away from breaking a record. FIVE POINTS, Mr. Modano. While I did not expect this record to be broken in the first game, I DID expect it all to be taken care of by the end of October (it still could be, and it BETTER be, because I'm not paying to see you totally suck, okay?). You are the face of the Dallas Stars (despite my protests). You have been playing with this team since 1989. 1989, Mr. Modano. That is a damn long time.
Yes, I know you got your captaincy taken away for the 2006 season, but let's face it - Brenden Morrow is a better captain than you. Don't let your feelings be hurt, it's just the truth, okay? This doesn't mean you get to play like crap this season. Also, the fact that you're 37? Yeah, I don't care how old you are, I know you can do better. You know who else is 37? Sergei Zubov. Don't get me started on that crazy Russian, okay, because he's totally awesome and has been fantastic so far, skating like a dude ten years younger than him. YOU CAN DO THE SAME, RIGHT? Or are you spending too much time enjoying married life?
All I'm saying, Mr. Modano, is that I really want this record to be broken in the next three games, and not only because I will be in attendance for all of them. Even the Stars website is supporting you again. Before, it had "5 points to become the all-time American born points leader". Then that got taken away when it looked like you wouldn't score those 5 points until at least Christmas, and replaced with photos of, you guessed it, Brenden Morrow. After the Phoenix game last night, the countdown is back. MAKE IT GO AWAY AGAIN, PLEASE, but for BREAKING the record, okay? Because I'm still waiting for pictures of Marty Turco to show up.
Much love,
Cat
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Congrats to Modano
He became the leading goal getter for an American in the Stars 3-2 loss to the Predators...I figured he deserved some sort of aknowledgement on here...and since we don't have a Dallas Stars lady I figured I should do it. So here is the video
