A few things stood out as I watched the Winter Classic in the wee hours when most of you were nestled all snug in your beds.
It’s too bad they can’t think of some way to fill up that vast empty space that surrounds the ice. It looked like the rink had a moat around it. The front row of seats seemed at least fifty feet away. Maybe seventy-five.
It’s pretty bad when the front row is the beginning of the nosebleeds.
Playing in the rain isn’t always great for the health, and do you think the league would continue doing these Winter Classics if Sidney Crosby got pneumonia and ended up in the hospital?
I also thought about the poor souls up in the last rows. How could these people really get into the game when the players look like fleas shuffling about in a flea circus? And these fans paid serious dough for their ducats. Enough to buy a large, flat screen TV to watch the thing indoors instead.
Or about the same amount as taking a couple of dozen of your closest friends to a nearby sports bar and paying for all the beer and wings as you watch the game with lovely waitresses serving you.
It was a decent contest at least, with the Caps beating the hometown Penguins 3-1, and at least the fans way, way, way up sort of got their money’s worth. I was a little disappointed, though, with Dan Bylsma’s fedora. He was wearing a Sam Snead-type with a small brim and I prefer the 1930’s Chicago gangster style.
All in all though, as much as it had its moments, I’d rather watch the thing dryer and cheaper. And most of all, the seats are just too far away for me.