Now that I’ve had a chance to reflect and come down off the natural high I experienced on Sunday, I can fill you in on the magic. As soon as my dad and I were dropped off about a block away from Canada Hockey Place, you could instantly feel the energy. There were Canada jerseys in every direction you looked. It was a beautiful day in downtown Vancouver with the sun shining and not a cloud in sight. Walking to the venue, there were chants of “CAN-A-DA” and people spontaneously singing O’ Canada. The feeling that I had is nearly impossible to explain.
Once inside, we made our way to our seats. Our seats were in the USA zone for the 1st and 3rd periods, in the first row of the upper level. We watched the Canadians and Americans warm up. The energy only began to build at this point.
The time we had been so eagerly awaiting had finally arrived! As the Canadians came out of the tunnel and stepped on the ice, the sea of red and white erupted. Wow!
Unfortunately, the Americans scored in the first minute and from then on, the Canadians never got the lead. For me and my dad it was about the experience more than anything (not to say a win wouldn’t have been appreciated). For the entire duration of the game the crowd was electric and it just intensified. The Canadians did end up losing 5-3, but it was a hell of a game that I’ll never forget. It was such a pleasure to be able to experience this event with my dad.
After the crowds cleared a bit, we made our way to the SkyTrain to get back to Coquitlam.
What a day!