Obviously I’m much happier with the outcome of tonight’s game (although I still lost the avatar bet, thanks to Brock McBride not outscoring Tommy Goebel). I figured my luck was turning when I walked into the NW entrance of the Schott, and before I could make my way to the ticket window, a generous stranger gave me a free ticket in club level. Thank you, kind sir, if you happen to read this.
Club level at the Schott isn’t all that special, unlike the fancy-schmancy club level at Nationwide, although it is the only place in the building you can buy and/or drink a beer. So I spent the first period up there with a Bud Light (another sign it was my night was showing the clerk my ID at the concession stand and having her declare I was 24…). John Hallas let in a soft goal early, and the Saints were kind of back on their heels for awhile. Then they tied it up on a strange sequence where play continued after what appeared to be a series of big saves by Joseph Palmer, but after the whistle, the play was reviewed and St. Lawrence was credited with a goal.
From that point on, the game was much more even. Really, it was hard to say either team dominated. They seemed pretty evenly matched, which I suppose, looking at their respective records, means they both suck. I moved down to ice level for the second and third periods, so as to take pictures without the netting interfering. St. Lawrence went up in the second, but OSU came back in the third, and the Saints couldn’t maintain much breathing room. It was close all the way ’til the end, but the Saints held on.
Not a bad turnout of St. Lawrence fans. There looked to be a couple dozen in the official alumni/parents section in 106, and maybe half a dozen or so more scattered around the building. Which is impressive for a school with 2,000 students at any given time, located 700 miles from the site of the game. I took a bit more stick from OSU fans tonight, mostly kids. Although some of the adults were really giving me the evil eye. I think people in Central Ohio really just can’t conceive of people not rooting for the Bucks, for any reason. Just imagine if I’d gone to Michigan…
And in the Guess They Don’t Teach Geography at OSU category: OSU band member heckled SLU by yelling “Go back to Canada!” (Of course, in matter of fact, St. Lawrence disbanded their Geography department around the time I graduated. Before that, it was the hockey player major.)
Something about seeing St. Lawrence play at the Schott instead of some CCHA team really made me more irritated than usual about the anodyne atmosphere of that place. The jumbotron, the dance cam, the t-shirts being thrown into the crowd — there’s as much corporate side-showness as any NHL game, but without the crowds or sense of import of an NHL game. I wish the students would start supporting the team better, because that’s really what kills the atmosphere, the lack of a loud and obnoxious student section. Less YMCA, more “Ug-ly Par-ents!”
In the end, this series didn’t count for anything, since it’s non-conference play and neither of these teams is ranked. But it was good to see St. Lawrence playing on my home turf. I assume this is a multi-year contract with OSU, although next year’s games would be in Canton. Hope I get to see them out here again in 2009. Or maybe I will make it up there. . .
And one final bit of luck for the night — my DVR had a brain fart and failed to record the Jackets’ game. Which, from the sound of it, is a good thing.