The Pancake Chronicles

The Pancake Chronicles: game three

The Pancake Chronicles

Thursday, June 22, 2006

game three

Glen, Brian, me and Mark in at Game 3 in Edmonton.
It was amazing. A night I will never forget.
Noise, panic, relief, hope - all of us felt all of it. Strangers were allies for a night.
We screamed so loud and long our throats were sore and I thought I'd be sick but it didn't matter. We favoured the chaotic screech of blown up pandemonium over using the ear plugs we'd brought.
I've never been in an environment where I could yell my lips off,
show my emotions so freely,
feel comradery with thousands,
jump en masse for joy.
My own fight had a voice and I loved it.


Blogger Dickie Chick said...

That is so awesome girl! I didn't know if you had gotten tickets to the game or not, but I'm glad to hear that it worked out! Sounds like you had tons of fun. Yippee!

23 June 2006 at 09:09  
Blogger Koala Bear said...

Sounds like you had a blast. And you look great in an Oilers jersey too!

23 June 2006 at 16:53  
Blogger Betsy77 said...

Nice pic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks like you had a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Who are all the men??

23 June 2006 at 21:10  
Blogger Colleen said...

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23 June 2006 at 22:23  
Blogger Scrapnqueen said...

Great pic! Glad you recorded this for the sake of history--and those of us stuck hundreds of miles away from Rexall Place. Great memories, even if only lived vicariously through your eyes!

23 June 2006 at 22:23  
Blogger Colleen said...

Oh yes, chick and bear. It was a blast o' fun. :D

Bets! It's my father-in-law Glen, Mark's brother-in-law Brian and my sweet hub Mark with his big ol' play-off beard.

23 June 2006 at 22:24  
Blogger Colleen said...

T, our comments crossed. I recorded some of the evening live on my cam. It gives me a rush just hearing it all again.

23 June 2006 at 22:27  
Blogger Mocha said...

Great picture. Looks like a TON of fun was happening that night.

Forgive me if I don't know what "NT" stands for. I'm guessing it's in Canada, but my geography fails me. I'm really trying to figure it out so as not to appear stupid, but I'm going to embrace my stupidity today and say "I don't know where that is!" ;-)

25 June 2006 at 10:51  
Blogger Colleen said...

Mocha, you are deeply and promptly forgiven. There are less than 40,000 of us here in the Northwest Territories (NT) so I have no doubt that the vast majority of the world has no idea what NT stands for.

And yup! Twas a grand night of a bunch of Canadians hootin' and hollerin' over their hockey. :)

Now about socks - keep up thy courage and fortitude against this doublish evil!!!

(And come again, M.)

25 June 2006 at 14:41  
Anonymous cherylofthewildsofc said...

I can tell by your expression that you were longing to wear a Flames Jersey.

30 June 2006 at 00:11  
Blogger Colleen said...

Wilds of C, hey? I laugh aloud as I type! First of all because what you say is soooo funny on many levels and second of all, hmmmm there is no second reason.

Shmeeblewhip to you, sweet beakniblet. 'Twas my first hearty laugh of the day.

30 June 2006 at 07:34  
Anonymous CherylofthewildsofC said...

Only a true beak would understand the levels. You know what it's like here in the Wilds of C. The Wilds of C are missing her beak in the little red tercel with lots of kick. Yes, the streets are safer, but they aren't as fun and their depth is gone.

2 July 2006 at 15:37  
Blogger Colleen said...

Wilds, it sounds as though you're saying that a certain beak has taken some of the wild out of the Wilds of C upon said beak's leaving. Hmmm. Perhaps the Wilds of C has several levels of meaning as well. Must chew. Chomp chow nyup narrrr. Too.many.hidden.meanings.MUST.stop. Chomp gulp sigh.

2 July 2006 at 21:36  
Anonymous CheryloftheWildsofC said...


5 July 2006 at 13:34  

any questions?

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