The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!

No seriously, the roof was on fire at the Mallards hockey game. They had the pyrotechnics again tonight, and when they set off the fireworks from up in the catwalks, a spark must have caught on something and started a fire.


Oh yeah, and I got spit on tonight. Whenever the players come out for the second period, the away team is skating around on my end. So, of course, I sit there and tell them "You suck". Now, I could be saying a lot worse, (especially to Bruce Watson) but all I say is "You suck". Watson usually talks shit back to me, and I expect it. Tonight, when he was skating around, Chaz Johnson was skating right behind him. Now Chaz Johnson talked a lot of crap about the Mallards to the news stations in Rockford last season, but I usually don't waste my time on him. But tonight, he was with Watson, so when I was telling Watson he sucks, I was kind of saying it to Johnson too. So they skate past me one time, see me talking crap, and they just kept going. They came around again and Watson started talking crap to me (like usual) and I was going to try to figure out what he said when Chaz Johnson spit on me. Ok, so it wasn't ON me, it was just on my glass. But it was RIGHT where my face was.


Now anybody who knows me knows how crazy I am about the glass in front of me being clean. I cannot stand fingerprints on my glass. Everybody tells me they swear I have OCD. When I bang on the glass, I make sure my jersey is between my hand and the glass. So all night, I had to stand there with a huge glob of spit right in front of me, dripping down the glass and distracting me from the game because I could see it out of the corner of my eye.