A couple of weeks ago Paul’s family and my mom and I all went to a hockey game here in Victoria. Apparently they have a new team, the Royals, who replaced their old team, the Salmon Kings (…I know. wtf). Obviously these are not professional hockey games, but they’re still fun to attend because these are the kind of teams that the NHL drafts from. They are definitely enjoyable to watch.
After finding our seats, I asked Paul how long the game would be. That is always my first question at any sporting event. How long am I in this for? And how many times can I get food before people start staring?
It was a pretty typical game besides this huge beaver mascot that kept walking around and creeping everyone out. A beaver mascot doesn’t even make sense for a team called the Royals. Shouldn’t they have like, a griffin or a lion? Preferably something more majestic than a beaver. Paul was telling me that the Salmon Kings had a Salmon as their mascot. I mean, that seems obvious. But then I started picturing it in my head. Slightly phallic. So I guess the beaver isn’t so bad.
Within the last 15 minutes of the game there were probably 5 fights. It was pretty much the highlight of the game only because the referees just sat there and watched like everyone else. If anything, I think they encourage the fights. But I have to hand it to my fellow Victorians. They were super pumped for this minor league game. Even though the Royals lost, I was really excited too–really excited to go to sleep.