This could be the story of how a great friendship began. It all started through, what we would consider today as, online dating. Yes, Alex and I met via Facebook, on our Otago International Student's Group. I posted a few months ago about how I wanted to go to the USA v Canada Hockey Game at Dunedin Ice Stadium. She was the only one who wanted to go with me out of all of the people in the student group. Yes again, we bonded over a mutual love for hockey. To this day, I'm not sure if it was a bond over the love of the game or the love of the players.
Eventually, Alex and I met the night of the hockey game with ample time to pre-game for the rowdiness sure to come. When we got to the stadium (at least 20 minutes early), the line was almost a half of a mile long! That's when I knew that the game was going to be crazy. At first, we had trouble finding seats in the arena, but eventually we found seats next to a boy and his father who allowed us to sit with them. The seats were a lucky grab, they were right above the commentators and where the players walked out of the locker rooms. I think we were the only ones in the stadium who knew anything about hockey, idiot fans.
I think we were the only American fans there, and it was certainly made known. We were rooting for the American team like it was our day job (considering they lost the first two games in the series against Canada). Eventually, the American team started winning (and I whole-heartedly believe that it was because of our cheering). During the game, we got called out by the commentators 3 times, led a "USA" chant and got to meet one of the players, and take pictures during the game. He invited us out to hang out with them at RA Bar, yeah, that happened.
Later that night, we went to RA Bar to celebrate and boast about the American team winning. We got to meet tons of the players and take pictures with them, have them buy us drinks. It was more fun than I could have asked for. We probably could have taken a few of them home, or wait...?
x Number One Fan x
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