Go Flames Go

One of the highlights of my trip was the night at the Flames game. Hockey is the only piece of Canadiana that I do truly miss. Even when the Flames were the worse team in the NHL Graham, Eamon and I would trudge out there in support. There was even a period at Uni where Flames reps would beg students to take tickets off their hands.
Now, it so very different. Graham and Bill had to wake up one month early and head down to the Co-op to stand in line for the chance at a set of tickets. Luckily they combined weasel powers and got the last two pairs for us.
We all met up outside of Graham's place where Bill drove us down to the parking in front of St. Mary's. From here Graham started off by complaining about the flesh eating disease at work on his hands before he took us on the most out of the way detour to get to the rink. Like the constant entertainer he is, he pointed out every truly Calgarian site along the way and why we should eventually go to the place.

Graham showing off the tickets after the very dull game. While in the Rose and Crown we pieced together that we'd never been to a game where the Flames actually won.

Another institution I do miss from Canada is the Husky House. Grease filled meals that soak up all the alcohol in your body. This was how Bill, Graham and I ended the night. While in the restaurant we cleaned all the waiters out of loonies as we placed bets on what NHL sticker would come out of the dispenser next. It was not a proud moment but at the time it was well worth the money.