MSG could use a lesson from Detroit

Last night I went to MSG to see the Rangers take on the Red Wings. I drank quite a bit beforehand, figuring that I’d need the buzz to handle the heckling of the Rangers fans. Little did I know that I’d be the one doing all the heckling, and the booze didn’t really help my cockiness.

I was drinking straight whiskey all night, and anyone that knows me knows it’s best not to start an argument after drinks have been consumed, especially whiskey. Unfortunately, the row of grumpy old men in front of me weren’t aware of this. There were five or six guys in front of me that apparently couldn’t handle my screaming for the opponents. The first time they complained, they called security over to try and have me thrown out by saying I was yelling foul language. So I told security they just can’t handle that I’m rooting for the visitors, and they need to chill out. So they went away and all was well. From that point on I made sure not to curse when I was screaming, but I think a bad word or two may have slipped out.

During the whole game there was this constant battle every time I opened my mouth. I mentioned something along the lines of Brad Stuart being gorgeous, and then one guy proceeded to mock me for the next ten minutes saying “Oh, look at his butt!” I wanted to kick him in the back of his head so bad, but contained myself thanks to the two guys I was with. Every time I would belch or say anything remotely foul, they would make remarks on how unladylike I was. Then at the end, when the Wings scored with like 2 minutes left to bring the score up 2-1, all hell really broke loose. This guy turned around and started saying he was going to knock us all out, and that they’re lucky I’m not with any of them. They told the guys I was with they needed to control me better, and then started threatening them. At that point I didn’t even care anymore, the game was over and I was leaving in 2 minutes anyway. I started yelling every word I could think of and telling them to quit crying because their team was losing. The one guy appeared to have made a physical attempt to fight one of the guys I was with, and I in turn put my hands on him for some reason. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, but apparently I think alcohol makes me invincible. So Mike and Jerry pushed me away from him and said “let’s go.” Then the Wings scored an empty netter to really lock it up in the last 30 seconds or so, and I went nuts. I was jumping up and down, dropping F bombs to all the guys in front of me, and telling them horribly explicit things. Then my two friends forced me to leave after that, and I ran through MSG high fiving everyone with a Wings jersey on.

Apparently I was that girl last night. I didn’t mean to be, but I don’t understand why people get so angry when someone is cheering for the opposing team. I stopped with the cursing, so they really had nothing to complain about after that. And it’s not like there were any children around; they were all grown men.

It was a sweet victory though, being able to rub that win in those tool’s faces. Go Wings!