Place: Waterfront Seafood Market
Lunch: Rock shrimp basket (fried rock shrimp, fries, cole slaw), clam chowder, Coke
NUMBER OF FRIES I HAD CONSUMED BEFORE SPILLING KETCHUP ON MY SHIRT: None. The first freaking fry dripped.
Stupid ketchup.
For the record, it's NOT on the waterfront, or anywhere near water. It's in an old suburban strip mall. Next to Sally Beauty Supply. But they do have an actual fish market attached to the restaurant. You can take fresh fish home.
The NHL season kicked off Saturday with two games played in Prague and Stockholm. The Stockholm arena was neato. A third game was played on Sunday, I think also in Prague.
Then preseason resumed stateside.
Makes no sense to anybody that I know of.
Regular season resumed last night with a beautiful Red Wings loss, and a Def Leppard concert.
A Def Leppard concert?
Yes, a Def Leppard concert. Apparently they have this new song which is easily adaptable to hockey or something. That's what the Hockey Night in Canada guys were saying on Saturday. So basically without saying it outright, Def Leppard was plugged as a hockey band.
So they're playing tunes from their catalog of hits some twenty years ago (I never got to hear said new song) when out comes a Red Wing on a Harley with the Stanley Cup on the back. He holds it high and kisses the cup as you do when you win the cup. Then he hands it to Leppard singer Joe Elliot, who holds it high, goes over to a stand on the stage, and puts in on...upside down.
The base is in the air. The cup is supporting the weight.
Somebody frantically runs over and rights the oldest and grandest trophy in all of professional sports. Elliot says "It's upside down? Well what do we know...We're soccer boys."
So much for that.
After the show, Vancouver's home opener started with a tribute to Luc Bourdon, a Canuck rookie who was killed in a motorcycle accident in May. Tom Cochrane was on hand to do an acoustic version of his "Big League", a song about a hockey player killed in an accident on his way to the top as told from the player's father's perspective. It's a true story about a Flames draftee from beautiful Bemidji, Minnesota that's well known in hockey circles, though Cochrane has never admitted it's about anybody specific.
Anyway, Tom Cochrane redeemed Def Leppard last night.
Let's hope the NHL remembers that next time they think about promoting a non-Canadian "classic rock" band.
