Tonight I went to my third game of my 11 game plan for the Philadelphia Flyers. It was DAnny Briere Bobble head night! I lucked out. Now in years past the Flyers would never do such a thing. Now they are desperate for anyone to the game they will try anything. They even had a man dressed as a hotdog in Center City earlier this season. I guess its a backlash from the worst season ever. Many season ticket holders told Comcast to stick where the sun don't shine when asked to pony up for another year of debt keep their tickets.
The first game I went to this season, I was shocked how few people were at the game. In seasons past I had gone to pre-season games that were more crowded. The funny thing is many of the former season ticket holders were behind the nets. Which has resulted in a sea of red on either end of the ice.
The Bobble head night for me is just a cool bonus since I paid for the tickets a long time ago. So, I couldn't wait to get my bobble head. I brought my friend from work JOsh and promised him a Bobble. At first I had the fear that I was wrong with what night the give away was. There was no one giving the Bobbles at the door. Just a bunch of kids pounding away on drums. IF there is anything I hate more than kids, its kids playing really really loud drums. To make it more strange the people were trying to get us to sign up for credit cards using fake names for free t-shirts. Of course, I couldn't hear a damn word they were saying over the POUNDING of the drums.
Where the hell was my Bobble HEad?!?!?
Later, I found out that you get your BOOBLE at the end of the night. I have no idea what time they started giving them out. If you had to wait around and see if the Bruins would light the lamp 6 or 7 times and suffer to get your Bobble or not. Luckily, they didn't score that many, and of course I am die hard so I stayed to the end of the game. Which was good, because the third period was when the Flyers realized it wasn't a dream and they were indeed playing an NHL game. They must have been blinded by all the red they were seeing in the stands.
I guess its a good thing to have the Bobble at the end of the game for some reasons. I recall how annoying it was when my father and I went to Bobble COle Hammels night. Having to clutch them like a newborns all night long. Also, in order to make it easier for one person to take a leak or get a drink, one of us would be on "bobble duty" and guard Cole with our lives. I lived in fear all night that something would happen to my new friend.
However, what the Flyers didn't take into consideration was how it would effect people leaving the building. A Bobble Head Bottle neck was formed as people all stopped to get their mini Danny Brieres on the way out to the rainy Philadelphia night after our team sleep skated to a defeat. You couldn't move!
Josh and I took the advise of some dude and went to one of the other exits which required us to walk a quarter away around the WATCH OVER YOU CENTER. At this point we were not remotely near our car. So, we could fight the Bobble Head grabbers some more or we could walk around in the rain. I love the Flyers of course, but sometimes I think a monkey puts these promotions together.
I store Danny under my jacket to sheild him from the rain. HE will find a home with his new friends Bobble Fist Brasher (who is white for some reasons) and Generic Flyer Bobble guy from 2002. Generic Flyer guy suffered a broken neck once when my nephew was playing the slam the door into the computer desk over and over again for no reason game. He tobbled to the floor. Luckily, he can still Bobble with the best of them. Also, I am getting my nephew one of those annoying drums for Christmas, so no more Bobble Heads have to suffer.
Maybe the Flyers could have rolled back ticket prices this season to draw people in. YOu know knock a good 20 bucks off the tickets all around. I am wondering how much longer Derian Hatcher's checks bounce. But, I guess they will always have the die hards like me wandering around like a rat in a maze in order to get my Bobble head at the end. I clutched the Bobble Box close to my heart till we got in the warm car. A little wiser.
The first game I went to this season, I was shocked how few people were at the game. In seasons past I had gone to pre-season games that were more crowded. The funny thing is many of the former season ticket holders were behind the nets. Which has resulted in a sea of red on either end of the ice.
The Bobble head night for me is just a cool bonus since I paid for the tickets a long time ago. So, I couldn't wait to get my bobble head. I brought my friend from work JOsh and promised him a Bobble. At first I had the fear that I was wrong with what night the give away was. There was no one giving the Bobbles at the door. Just a bunch of kids pounding away on drums. IF there is anything I hate more than kids, its kids playing really really loud drums. To make it more strange the people were trying to get us to sign up for credit cards using fake names for free t-shirts. Of course, I couldn't hear a damn word they were saying over the POUNDING of the drums.
Where the hell was my Bobble HEad?!?!?
Later, I found out that you get your BOOBLE at the end of the night. I have no idea what time they started giving them out. If you had to wait around and see if the Bruins would light the lamp 6 or 7 times and suffer to get your Bobble or not. Luckily, they didn't score that many, and of course I am die hard so I stayed to the end of the game. Which was good, because the third period was when the Flyers realized it wasn't a dream and they were indeed playing an NHL game. They must have been blinded by all the red they were seeing in the stands.
I guess its a good thing to have the Bobble at the end of the game for some reasons. I recall how annoying it was when my father and I went to Bobble COle Hammels night. Having to clutch them like a newborns all night long. Also, in order to make it easier for one person to take a leak or get a drink, one of us would be on "bobble duty" and guard Cole with our lives. I lived in fear all night that something would happen to my new friend.
However, what the Flyers didn't take into consideration was how it would effect people leaving the building. A Bobble Head Bottle neck was formed as people all stopped to get their mini Danny Brieres on the way out to the rainy Philadelphia night after our team sleep skated to a defeat. You couldn't move!
Josh and I took the advise of some dude and went to one of the other exits which required us to walk a quarter away around the WATCH OVER YOU CENTER. At this point we were not remotely near our car. So, we could fight the Bobble Head grabbers some more or we could walk around in the rain. I love the Flyers of course, but sometimes I think a monkey puts these promotions together.
I store Danny under my jacket to sheild him from the rain. HE will find a home with his new friends Bobble Fist Brasher (who is white for some reasons) and Generic Flyer Bobble guy from 2002. Generic Flyer guy suffered a broken neck once when my nephew was playing the slam the door into the computer desk over and over again for no reason game. He tobbled to the floor. Luckily, he can still Bobble with the best of them. Also, I am getting my nephew one of those annoying drums for Christmas, so no more Bobble Heads have to suffer.
Maybe the Flyers could have rolled back ticket prices this season to draw people in. YOu know knock a good 20 bucks off the tickets all around. I am wondering how much longer Derian Hatcher's checks bounce. But, I guess they will always have the die hards like me wandering around like a rat in a maze in order to get my Bobble head at the end. I clutched the Bobble Box close to my heart till we got in the warm car. A little wiser.
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