Athletics, cont. . . .

In keeping with Super Bowl weekend and my continuing experiences with strange or unusual things, I went to my first hockey game last night. The Atlanta Thrashers got beaten by the Philadelphia Flyers, which was apparently unexpected, judging from the way my one friend kept shaking his head and the way my other friend kept leaping up and down and shrieking.

I loved it. Hockey is a game I can kind of understand, plus it's incredibly fast-paced so I never ever get bored. I could take a pass on the commercial breaks and the "ice sweeper girls" but it's a small price to pay.

Best part? The Thrashers have these giant bird heads attached to the ceiling of the arena. Before each period begins, the heads open their mouths and shoot fire. This is fantastic. I'm already planning ways to get myself a Shakespeare head that will open its mouth and shoot fire before each lecture I give. But, judge for yourself. Here is my picture from the nosebleed seats, and here is a picture of a real brown thrasher, the state bird of Georgia.

<--killer

happy songbird-->
(or is he???)