Don't Worry, The Riot's Still Over There

I met up with an old friend (J.) for dinner tonight. Really good Mexican food at those hole-in-the-wall places, I've gotta say. Then we went to Hurley's and had broken-down-golfcarts (don't ask; I don't know what's in them, either). It's always good to catch up with a good friend.

Tonight was also hockey night - the Habs playing the Pens. Of course, we won! All is right in the universe once again.

Nothing brings home the fact that this is a hockey town quite like the police helicopter hovering up above after we left the bar. The game had just ended, you see. And in case you didn't know, the Crescent Street bar scene is almost on top of the Bell Centre. So you can leave your drunken revelries right after the game and feel secure in the knowledge that the police brotherhood has (probably) got your back.

J. to me: "You know, I do hope they win the game. Then maybe we'll win the Stanley Cup and they'll burn down half the f*cking city."

1 1/2 hours later, J. to me: "Let's hurry, the last thing I want is to be stuck in the middle of a hockey riot."

Me: "Oh, don't worry, the riot's still back there," gesturing vaguely behind me at the crowd of people pouring out of the Bell Centre.

Motorcycle cops, cop vans, cop helicopter, that camera guy from CTV, all the honking and flag-waving...it's all really exciting! Our hooliganism may sometimes be embarrassing in the international media, but what else do you expect from a people with hockey for a religion?

Anyone want to watch the next game with me? Seriously, anyone? I'll totally bring snacks!

There's only one thing left to say: Go Habs Go!!