The Devils of New Jersey

Last night the Lovely One and I ventured north for my first Devils game. The ride wasn't too bad but we parked in the Giants stadium lot, which is about half a mile away. Yes. And it was freakin' chilly. We got in and found our seats. Which required, two llamas ( of the Dahli variety,) an oxygen tank, an two sherpas to reach. The view wasn't bad really, but I would have enjoyed the game more if it weren't for those pesky pigeons. I was also somewhat disappointed Alexander Mogilny was a scratch.
The Devils played a good hard game and Marty made some big saves and they beat the hated Montreal Canadiens 5-3. We sat in an area that held three people who knew hockey. Myself, Herself, and the young lass in front of us. She was I'd guess late teens and sporting a Brodeur home jersey. Everyone else may have been at a curling matchjudging by the looks on their mugs. I mean, some of these people had a look on their faces like an 80 year old man who orders a Tapioca and has a bowl of Jell-O slid under his nose. Complete and utter bafflement and disdain. Really people. Stay home. There was the eejit three rows over who demanded Brian Gionta be sent to the minors for not scoring. As the night wore on, he had the bus to Albany filled with everyone but Larry Robinson. Beer and stupid people do not mix well. All that aside we had a great time and hopefully we can go again. This time we'll get seats a wee bit lower.
Today will be somewhat busy. Food shopping and then I will ventuire out and pick up one of the Lovely One's Chirstmas presents. Maybe two if I can find what I'm looking for.
The animals have done it agian. There is a furry little conspiracy going on in this house. They will not let us sleep past 6 a.m. I'm thinking sedation is the key. Just a little to get them ( or us rather ) through the night.