My First Wild Game

So I started that as a title and then thought to myself... that sounds a little dirty. So of course it must stay! Last night Jayke and I headed to the MN Wild game in St. Paul. I don't follow hockey or sports in general but he likes it and so I got him tickets and a hotel stay for what I started referring to as his "Birthday Spectacular". We headed down around noon and decided to stop at Tanger Outlet to do some bumming. I did the classic loser move and read a clearance sign wrong in bath and body works and had to walk away from my entire purchase which was extra silly since I spent a half an hour sniffing every collection until I settled on my keepers. Smooth Heidi.
Upon arriving at our hotel we decided to find a liquor store nearby so we had some beverages to take with us to the hot tub. This little jaunt found us at some random chinese restuarant bar that we peeked in and realized "Nope this ain't it". After a cocktail and a swim we headed to Cassetta's where I was reccomended by one of my customers to go. She was right the pizza was amazing!
At game time we headed to excel and found ourselves in the collectible shop. Note that Jayke and I should never be released into a place like that because we came out of there with hockey sticks for the boys, t-shirts for the boys, a t-shirt for me and a giant claw. I felt like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber when he goes to get the "essentials" with the last of their money.
So we watched the game I made friends with the two 8year olds I was sitting next too and they gladly mowed down the rest of my popcorn when I was full. I even told who I thought were their parents how cute they were. Only to find out that wasn't their parents. Whoopsies. Apparently the parents were in the row behind us.
Now I may not be a hockey expert... clearly not since I was waiting for a fourth period. But I know me my "Wally the beerman" when I see him. And yes I got a picture and an autograph.
After the game we headed to the "cop bar". Where the bartenders wear less than the hooters girls and the beer flows like the salmon of cappostrona. Of course we made friends with 8 guys from Brainerd who drove their Winnebago down for the game. I will say that McGolden did bring out the Doctor Phil side and essentially my mouth was running rampant. Good times.

I was thinking that you might be a redneck if you have to move your winnebago every few hours to keep it from being towed however if we had a motorhome I could easily see us doing the same thing. Not even kidding. :)