The playoffs actually start tonight for some teams, but the Bruins have until tomorrow night, so technically I'm getting this in under the wire. My allergies are hitting me hard, so please forgive any incoherence. This will be a picture-driven post.
Starting with our parking lot at the T stop.
The trip into town was uneventful, but we arrived at the Garden amid a sea of green. The Celtics matinee had gone into overtime, and was just letting out. Who knew there were so many Celtics fans around? I don't know anyone who professes love of basketball, but clearly there are thousands of them. We found a place to stand and watch the majority flow past before trying to make our way inside. The Pro Shop was so crowded that we didn't stay long, but we did see a few things of interest.
Like ... Goldfinger!
Of course, there was also the snuggie-knock-off:
Somehow we were able to restrain ourselves, and left without buying. There was a bit of a wait before they opened the doors, which was hard the more excited I got. I mean, they opened the sliding-glass panels, turned on the escalators ... and then it was half an hour before they let us go up. Honestly, don't tease!
A guy near us had the right sneakers for the occasion:
Watched over by Milan Lucic on the nearest pillar.
A helmet-shaped bank, which considering that the Garden is officially the TD Garden, after TD Bank, makes sense.
Fortified, we made our way to the area of the rink nearest our seats. The nice man told us to go straight ahead, all the way down to the glass, and as my friend said, I could get used to hearing that!
I mentioned that the basketball game went into OT. Pity the poor bull gang, having to make the parquet-to-ice switch-over so quickly. (The process looks like this, if you're curious.) We got to our seats to find that the process was almost complete ... almost.
Chara talks to Naoko from NESN.
in the background of the Alfredsson-headband photo, too.
Now, can anyone tell me what this costume is meant to be?
Fun fact: A few seconds after I took this photo, one of the Ottawa players banged his stick on the glass right by the kid. I'm sure it was a coincidence, right?
Before the game, they gave out some awards, and my boy Patrice won two of them. Ahhh, respect for a great player, makes me so happy.
Adam McQuaid without a mullet:
Finally, two puzzlers. Sign in the stands:
And, bad photo, but these pants? Really?