So last year my friend and I got a 10 pack of tickets to Bruin’s game. A mini-season ticket thing. This season we went full out and got full season tickets. We got to choose what season ticket package we wanted: business, family or fanatic. We choose fanatic because part of the package’s benefits were a 30 minute skate on the Bruin’s ice at the Garden. Phil choose the 2:15 time, and we were told to show up a half hour early. We showed about 45 minutes before our time. I like being early to ensure we don’t miss anything, and we got a chance to go through the Garden pro-shop without being shoved in the small store like being shoved in a packed Green line T train.
About 1:40 we lined up outside the Premium seating door waiting for the security guard to let us in. After a good size crowd had showed up, they let us in at 1:50. They confirmed our names, took our waiver forms, put a black wrist band on those who were skating and showed us to the “Legends Club” where they had removed the tables and lined up rows of chairs for our “locker room”. The guy standing at the door said we could leave our shoes and stuff in there as we’d be back after the skate. We put our skates on, left our blade guards there and waited. About 2:15 someone else came in and told us where we’d be going, and we headed out to the ice. Going from the Legends Club to we took a right and bang, the ice was right there. We walked on carpet the entire way. When getting on the ice, they told us to step off the carpet onto the ice and not to push off as we’d trip. I saw why: a 1″ lip that surrounded the ice and the carpet was kind of draped over it.
I gently got on the ice and wobbled. Like this weeble didn’t fall down. Though I was a bit unsteady on my skates at first. I found all those gophers that I see tripping the players when they are on the ice surrounded by no one. Most of them hung out by the corner where the Zamboni comes out from. I did manage to check myself into the boards a couple time thanks to those invisible gophers. It was pretty neat to be able to sit on the bench, and to see the ice while on it:
We got to sit on the Bruin’s bench and in the penalty box. Even got to see the big B at center ice up close and personal. Sitting on the Bruin’s bench looking up our season ticket seats, I wondered if the players could see us, prolly not:
I think I was grinning like a kid the entire time. By the end I was a bit more steady on my skates and I didn’t want it to end. They sounded the goal horn and I yelled “gooooooaaaaalllll!”.