As I strolled into the Allen Event Center Friday evening I was suddenly struck with the question, “Why are all these dogs here?” Yes, it was canine night at the Allen American Hockey game. Dogs and hockey? They go together kind of like wombats and water skiing. Who came up with this? Oh who cares, it was time for a little puck and stick action.
I hadn’t been to hockey game in a couple of years, and I quickly noticed that the usually top seeded Allen Americans had dropped down a bit and were skating somewhere in the middle of the rankings this season. None the less, the faithful were on hand in their red, Allen American hockey jerseys with a throng of corgis, golden retrievers and dachshunds in tow. I didn’t have dogs, but I did have my phone out because, even though it’s hockey season, it’s also March Madness, and I had to keep up with all of my Big 12 basketball teams. Hey, if people can bring their dogs to a hockey game I can keep up with college basketball at a hockey game. We all have our priorities
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All the fans around me seem to know each other and even knew the usher by his first name. However, they were a rowdy bunch and screamed out, “RED” when the word was sung in the National Anthem. Yes, it was time to LIVE IN THE RED! Being an OSU fan, I’m usually living in the orange, but then again, the Dallas Mavericks live in the blue and green while the Texas Rangers are now blue. Oh, so many colors to live in! I hear dogs are color blind, so I guess the canines on hand really didn’t care what color they were living in as long as they were fed.
So, on with the game. The cool thing about going to an Allen Americans game is that for the price of a couple of beers at a Dallas Stars game you can sit near the glass where you can nearly feel every time the hockey players slam each other into the glass, and there was plenty of slamming going on in this game! Of course, this resulted in the Americans taking a one-point lead in the first period as everyone jumped to their feet to sing along with, “Don’t stop livin’ in the red!” Excuse me, but doesn’t, “living in the red” mean you’re in debt?
Oh well, before I could ponder over the logic of it all they scored another goal giving them a two-point lead. Then more ram, bam, slam! Apparently too much slamming because one of the Mavericks had had enough, and the fight began! After three right hooks to the side of the one of the local boys’ head the angry Maverick from Missouri took the fight to the ice, and the two players had to be quickly pulled apart by the officials.
Yes, there were very few times in this game when the penalty box wasn’t occupied. And in great hockey tradition, when the opposing team’s players were released from the penalty box the announcer would announce, “Kansas City is back to full power.” Of course, this announcement would be followed by the crowd yelling, “And they still suck!” As the second period came to an end the Americans were leading 3 to zip making me ask the question, “Does this Maverick team indeed really suck?”
The crowd screamed their approval as their home team skated off the ice. Personally, I was more exited about the Kansas Jayhawks beating Clemson in the NCAA tournament, but I guess that’s just me. But wait, there were more important things happening down on the ice for it was now time for the dachshund ice race where several weenie dogs were lined up to race across the ice. However, only one dog decided to participate in the race. The others just kind of stood there as if to say, “This is ice you idiots! You run across this ice barefooted. I’m not moving!” I was kind of expecting a little yellow ice after the display of canine athleticism and apathy. Let’s see the Zamboni fix that. Oh well, back to the game.
Okay, the Americans had a commanding lead so this game is over…or not. The Mavericks slapped in a shot putting them on the scoreboard. Then here comes another score from one of the Mavericks. Hockey players all tend to look alike. They’re all a bunch of white guys with scraggly beards. It’s hard to keep up with who is who. But none the less the score was now Americans 3 and the Mavericks 2.
Okay, the clock is ticking. Only a couple of minutes left as both teams crowd around the American’s net slashing and banging and slamming and, and, and…game over! And everyone sang along with “You’re always livin’ in the RED!” Whatever the heck that means. Now, I need to get ready for the Dallas Mavericks basketball game next week. Who knows. It might be, “bring your goldfish” night.