Reunited and It Feels So Good
Hello everyone. All four of you or whatever who are still reading even though I am lame. Thank you, btw.
So last night I went to the Wild prospects game. It was fun. The end.
So yes. The only Bulldog there was Fontaine, but that was ok. Zucker was there, and Son of Mikko, and Coyle, and Phillips, and others. Fontaine was on a line with Zucker and Granlund, which is a pretty nice compliment for Fonz. He made some nice passes that I saw, and looked like he fit really well with those two. I mean, Granlund and Zucker are no Jack and Mike Connolly, but they’ll do in a pinch. Also there were a lot of things I didn’t see because I have the attention span of an amoeba.
There were three downsides to the evening. One was that Team White managed to come back from a 3 goal deficit, scoring the game-tying goal with the extra attacker while Fonz, Granlund and Zucker were out there. It was like watching a UMD game. Ugh. Also, for the creeper/autograph line, they split up the players into four groups, so I didn’t get to see them all.
The worst part of the night, by far, was the concessions. I was very hungry, and decided to have some ice cream. My dad always gets malt cups at tUMD games so I thought oh, hey, I’ll get a malt cup. Then I opened the malt cup and it looked like this:
Who would eat this?? This is not the color, texture or consistency of a malt cup. This is an ABOMINATION in a cup. All American Cup, my badonkadonk. More like All Wisconsonian Cup, if it’s lucky. I don’t even know if that’s a word. I don’t care. I asked an old man who was working as an usher if he thought it was an acceptable malt cup and he said no. I had to exchange it for a Dilly Bar. Blah.
So I had to choose between seeing Zucker, seeing Son of Mikko, or seeing Fonz. I chose to see Fonz, and I definitely chose wisely. This is what happened to everyone who got in the Son of Mikko line:
Anyway, after an annoying amount of line-waiting (live-Tweeted by me!), I got up to Fontaine. Here is a transcript:
Me: Hi Justin, how are you?
Justin (signing): Good, thanks for coming [or something].
Me: Did you have a good time playing with your linemates? [1. This is not a direct quote. 2. Stop it.]
Justin: Yeah, they’re pretty good.
Me: Well… we miss you at UMD!
Justin (realizing I’m that crazy person who talked about my hair falling out during the 2011 championship rally): SECURITY!