Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It's been six days since my last blog. So friggin' sue me. Not too much has occurred in my life this stretch of a hiatus from the blog. The weekend was rather uneventful because I was snowed in on Saturday. Sunday, I was able to see Kim at least, and escape my house for a few hours. I couldn't tell you what I did on Monday other than work since I can't remember. Tuesday I saw Kim again and we watched the previously mentioned Alias. Last night I went to see the Rangers game with my brother. Enter new paragraph.

Despite being a fan for my life, I had never been to the garden for a Ranger game. Sad, I know. Anyway, my brother, who is the best brother in the universe, got tickets from a co-worker to see them against Montreal. My brother had to work last night, as did I. I worked until 5, and his last report was at 6:45. The game started at 7. The positive was that he works in Rutherford, and I in Carlstadt. The drive was not taxing to say the least. He decided it would be best if we drove into the city since we were close to route 3, and we figured if we took the PATH, we'd probably get there even later. His friend gave him a shortcut thru Hoboken to bypass the winding road leading to the tunnel, which probably knocked a good 15 minutes off our wait, but we still had to go thru the tunnel. The tunnel was a very slow crawl. We ended up missing the entire first period, with the Canadiens leading 1-0, but listening on the radio en route to the arena. When we got into Manhattan, there was surprisingly a crapload of traffic and stupid people crossing on red lights, etc. We parked not far away, and walked to the garden. (Side note: the only Rangers jersey I have is an old one of Niklas Sundstrom. Ironically, he's on the Canadiens now)

Upon entering, we walk towards tower "D" which is the gate listed on our tickets. Then some guy tells us everyone has to enter thru tower "B." Unfortunately, we circumnavigate the arena, passing long-ass lines at the snacky stands before arriving at our section, 72. Usher guy tells us to go around to the other side to our seats, and when we do, we find people sitting in them. We proceed back to where we first came in and ignore the usher and sit in close by but empty seats. We sit down and Chris Simon and Darren Langdon begin beating the bloody hell out of each other. Nice way to start the second period. A few minutes later, people show up who have tix for the seats we're in. We go back to our real seats and make the people there move. Now we're stuck in the middle of the row. Neither of us had eaten dinner and we don't feel like going thru ten people to get to the stairs or waiting in line for food. Chris Simon scores the tying goal in the second, and the Rangers fall apart in the third to lose 2-1.

After the game, we drive back into Weehawken and hit up Houlihan's for some post-game dinner. Good nachos and a chicken sandwich do me well, and then it's off to pick up my car and drive home. End night.

I really had an awesome time. The atmosphere at the garden is filled with energy. It gave me hope that I can get to more games from now on. May blog this weekend. If not, enjoy the snow on Sunday again. Godammit!