With my sister at the Jets game
I went to a Winnipeg Jets game on Friday courtesy of my generous brother-in-law and sister. My brother-in-law who thought a professional sporting event might not be my first choice of entertainment asked me after the game whether I had enjoyed it. “Of course I did,” I replied.
I may not notice the same things others do at a Winnipeg Jets game but I’m still engaged and fascinated with the experience.
I loved, loved, loved watching that huge screen over the ice that shows the camera panning to different people in the crowd. I love the moment when they finally realize everyone in the arena can see them. At the game I attended I saw a mother and father with tiny black haired twins waving and smiling. The little girls’ ears were covered with huge headphones to muffle out the roar of the arena crowd. Of course I saw Winnipeg’s iconic Dancing Gabe having a great time. He wasn’t the only spectator that broke into a unique victory dance when they realized they were on the big screen. I loved the little boy whose eyes grew huge as the moose mascot approached him and the two guys both dressed as Elvis look alikes who tried to act so cool when the camera focused on them.
I loved hearing the talented Stacey Natrass’ voice soar during the two national anthems. She is so talented and does such a professional job. I also liked listening for the different kinds of music they played during different situations in the game and wondered how the organist decided when he was going to chime in with his own contributions to the sound track.
I loved watching the players fly across the ice, guessing who they were going to pass to, keeping track of the goalies’ little rituals and watching how the different teams celebrated when they scored a goal.
I loved visiting with my sister, catching up on family news and grandchildren’s latest exploits.
I loved watching the people around me and how they interacted with each other during the game, parents and children, people and their partners, grandparents and grandchildren, groups of female friends, groups of male friends and folks I guessed must be work colleagues.
I loved reading the story printed in the Jets program about Nikolaj Ehlers a young player from Denmark. It was very inspirational the way the modest young man paid tribute to his mother and father and his sister and brother, giving his family credit for much of his success as a hockey player. He is most appreciative of their support and openly acknowledges he wouldn’t be where he is without them. It was also refreshing to read about how seriously Nikolaj takes his responsiblity as a role model for young hockey players, especially those in his home country of Denmark.
Did I enjoy attending a Winnipeg Jets game? I loved it!
By the way the Jets beat Las Vegas 7-4.
My First and Last Jets Game of the Season
Rubbing Mr. Eaton’s Foot