>I can’t believe they lost another one. That’s 6 in a row now. I’m starting to think that these guys could find a way to blow a third period lead during a warm-up skate. Ridiculous, that’s all I can say.
Speaking of the Leafs, I went down to Toronto to watch them play Atlanta on Tuesday night. Believe it or not, this was actually my first time in the ACC. I sure am one pathetic Leaf fan. It was a great time other than that whole squandering a 2-0 lead by giving up 5 unanswered goals in the third thing, and I even came away from the experience able to give anybody else who has never been to a game some very important advice.
If you plan on eating or drinking anywhere in or around the Air Canada Centre, you might want to consider a bank loan.
Let’s break this down one more time, because I like making myself angry.
- 1 third level obstructed view ticket where the view wasn’t really all that obstructed, $30.
- 2 bottles [*not* pints] of beer at the Jack Astors near the arena, $6 each. You might as well double that because I bought a couple of rounds for the guy I went with since he paid for some food on the way down.
- 2 medium [*not* large] beers from whatever the name of that place on our level of the building was…I want to say the Icebox, damn near $20! I shit you not! And because I am in fact a fucking idiot, you can go ahead and tack another 40 to 60 dollars on to that figure right there.
- 1 burger and fries, 1 burger with no fries and a pitcher of beer at Casey’s after the game, $37 and change plus tip. I’m sure it would have cost about that much at McDonald’s and there would have been no beer, but still…
As you can see, we’re already running into a problem here.
Now that I sit here and look at these numbers again, it dawns on me that I probably should have asked at least one of those bartenders to kiss me. I’m not sure about any of you folks, but me, I’ve always liked a little bit of intimacy while I’m getting fucked.
I know the cost of having fun can be high sometimes and I definitely did have a lot of it, but Tuesday was one of those nights that reminded me why there are times when I voluntarily don’t get out much. I also know that there will more than likely be a few people who tell me that I need to live a little, and to them I say this. I live all the time, and I’d prefer to not have to do most of my living on the street because I can’t make rent. Call me crazy, but for some reason I’d rather be boring and warm than exciting and homeless.
