A Good Time
A few weeks ago, Anna is in the kitchen telling me that she is very excited about something.
"What is that?" I ask?
The Broomfield Event Center has a new minor league hockey team in the CHL - the Rocky Mountain Rage. Apparently on a slow day at work, which is all anybody seems to have anymore, she spent some time researching the CHL.
The league features other teams such as the Lubbock Cotton Kings, whose mascot, Eli, is a dude who has a tuft of cotton for a head. The link is currently broken, but maybe it'll get fixed sometime soon. Last night we went to see the Rocky Mountain Rage play the Bossier-Shreveport Mudbugs. Bossier is pronounced BOH-Zure.
The BEC is a 6000 seat arena - it's pretty sweet. It's a small, comfy arena and there are virtually no bad seats, or fans, in the entire place. And it wasn't minor league hockey like the Roanoke Express. It was hockey where they scored goals, and actually looked pretty decent. Well, at least some of the time.
Beers were still $5.50, which was odd. Until I learned that every time the Rage scored a goal, beers were $2 for the next ten minutes. They scored five goals last night.
The Rage aren't very good. I think they've won eleven games, whereas the Mudbugs are very good - a Buffalo Sabres affiliate. It's kind of the reverse of how you think it should be - the team from Louisiana should stink, and the team from the state where there is ice should be good. Well, sorry.
The Mudbugs won in overtime. It was a pretty good game. We were sitting very near the ice - it really felt like a glorified high school gymnasium, but a really nice one. It was a very good time, and I'm glad Anna found them.
[Update: this link works for a picture of Eli.]