My Father's Game Analysis

My father has been a St. Louis Blues season ticket holder for over 20 years now. He began taking me to Blues hockey games when I was a nothing more than a toddler. Our family has bled blue for as long as I can remember, despite the 49 year Stanley Cup drought. Attending a hockey game with my father has always been a treat. When I was that toddler sitting in the back of my father's car on the way to the Savvis center for a Blues game, we always listened to the pre-game show on KMOX; listening to the pre-game has become somewhat of a religious tradition for us. During the car ride to a pre-season game prior to the 2015-2016 Blues season, my father mentioned to me that he was going to be out of town and would miss the home opener against the Edmonton Oilers. “Would you want to go with a friend?” he asked me. I quickly responded with “Of course!” I wasn't going to miss a Blues home opener for anything. After I dug the tickets out of the season ticket envelope the night of the home opener, I nervously called my friend to let him know I was leaving to pick him up. I’d only had my …show more content…
It was virtually impossible to see the lines on the road (a broken wiper blade didn't help the cause), making navigation stressful. On a normal night, getting to the stadium takes about half an hour. On this rainy opening night, it became a 45 minute affair. I never knew how much I truly relied on my dad until that night, trying to navigate downtown St. Louis and looking for a parking spot. I chose the cheap ten dollar parking lot that my father had always parked at because, as he would say, “walking an extra half mile is better than spending $20.” I paid the young man for the spot before I realized it required the car to be parallel parked. I had never been so stressed in my life. After receiving a few angry honks from testy city drivers, I somehow managed to parallel park for the first