The broken pavement

Embed from Getty Images Those of us who have been to a sporting event are treated well. From the ticket office worker to ticket scanners, ushers, vendors.
The event it’s self at least from me is great wether my team wins or loses.
Sadly often times we leave out one of the first person we come in contact with on our way into the event.
Parking attendants often overlooked and under appreciated. Too me it’s the first person I see that is representing both the lot they work and the team.
The lot attendants at Nationwide arena for Columbus Blue Jackets games are great. Dressed wether appropriate in a Blue Jackets polo or winter jacket in black slacks very professional looking sets the tone.
At a Red Wings game with My daughter at brand new Little Caesar’s arena something happened I’ve thought about a lot since.
Our lot attendant wore and old Marine jacket. It looked weathered ripped and as though it had seen battle time. His dentures either did not fit appropriately or he didn’t have the right adhesive to help them stay in place. I know because we talked to him for twenty or so minutes. My heart both hurt and was angry.
Billion dollar companies which is what sports teams are should take care of the people who are parking paying customers. They should give the uniforms tow wear and improve self confidence.
After all great men and woman or anyone should look like the pot holed worn out pavement cars are sitting on. But be the reason you park where you do.

The sports beginning

Embed from Getty Images Some people enjoy sports for many different reasons. The team, the tailgating, food, and just people watching gives us a reason to get out. All sports fans have stories attached to why the like and follow.

Me? that’s a rather simple one. I was born in Columbus Ohio but rasied in East Grand Rapids Michigan. I was raised on THE GAME (Ohio State vs Michigan) at least in college football. But in all honestly that was what ever. In 1979 I stumbled on Detroit Tigers baseball probably because I was grounded and had to stay at home. I found that more entertaining than football. Also that year I found Detroit Lions football. But they have a hard to get into history and have been downright unwatchable at time. Detroit Pistons? Yup watched them too.

However, it wasn’t until the 1980 Winter Olympics I found the sports that would raise my sports watching level. Hockey. Detroit Red Wings  hockey in the late 70’s early 80’s we very hard to watch. The “Dead Things” or “Dead Wings” as they were known then caught my attention like no other team or sport. It sucked me in. Completely!

To me Hockey is the greatest symphony of noises sports has to offer. Whether the knock of the puck hitting the boards. Or sticks meeting together at faceoff. Not to mention the thud of the puck finding it way onto a streaking stick. Or the hiss of skates rushing on the ice to the swish of a sudden stop accompanied flailing ice to the ping of the puck hitting the crossbar. The hair on the back of my neck is standing up as I type this. Watching the Wings go from horrid to Stanley Cup champions was time staking yet worth the wait.

For all sports. For better or worse, good times, bad times. I have seen them all. It’s the city I love and God willing the city I and my family will return.