I wanted to go out and enjoy some time with friends while eating some expensive hotdogs and drinking some over-priced brews. I stumbled upon such a place and paid the much-too-high admission fee to get in. Seems like a lot of people had the same idea as I did as the place was teeming with people. Chicks dressed up like it was hottest chick-gets-free-drinks night, man it looked like the place to be. I was ready…
Then a darn hockey game broke out! Yes, a hockey game. It sucked because it took everyone’s attention. Instead we all had to sit down on some uncomfortable chairs that were too close to each other. Us guys didn’t really mind too much but man were the hot chicks pissed! They all had their cell phones out and were texting, tweeting, instagramming, facebooking, “WTF is this? I am wearing high heels for goodness sake! I didn’t come here to watch a dumbass hockey game! I am going to get shit-face!” And so they did. And so did I!
If you’ve been to one of these places then you would know what I’m talking about. You see these girls and you know right off the bat that they are not there for the game. In fact, you doubt that they even know what teams are playing. They are either there to drink themselves silly or to pick up hot guys like me. Or maybe a mixture of both.
Talking about hockey game, why do players argue when they are penalized? “Ref, I swear it wasn’t me.” or “What?! Two minutes for tripping? I didn’t even touch the guy!” Seriously? It’s not as if the referee is going to rethink their decision. “You didn’t touch him? Oh my bad. Scratch that call please! Number 87 has notified me that he didn’t touch the player. Play on!” Save your breath and energy for your next shift.
A big thanks to those hotties that show up at the
bar, social, these hockey games. Sometimes you are all that’s worth looking at.
Disclaimer: This blog is not intended to make slight of the many true and genuine hockey loving women out there.