So I was in Chiantis on Whyte Avenue today for dinner. The place was rather dead. There is a pool hall/bar on the floor above it. I guess that’s where everyone was. Every so often there was a large pounding from up top. You would almost think that the ceiling was going to cave in.
Oh, did I mention that it was game six of the Oilers vs. Detroit. The Oilers are now going to the second round of the playoffs. Detroit is not.
Whyte Avenue is where it is happening in Edmonton. The equivalent in Calgary would be the Red Mile.
While walking home it was hard not to be affected by all the screaming people. They were everywhere. I felt like an intruder though. I still have yet to watch a game of hockey, and here are all these people for whom it is the most important thing in the world. They were all so happy and so was the group consciousness. I did have a longing to be part of it, but that would require me to watch hockey, and I don’t have the time.
Edmonton treats its hockey players like Gods! I wonder if the players get the same kind of attention in the southern states.