I'm working through my extreme lack of energy to post this. The photos have been (roughly & quickly) edited for weeks but life has been coming at me too fast and too depressingly for me to find the wherewithal to put jumbled thoughts to fingertips to screen...
But without further ado,
The life lesson I learned at the Capitals/Sharks game:
Bad parenting and a bratty kid trumps
well-behaved kid and meek parenting.
At least when it comes to getting hockey pucks.
Here's the story. We arrived pregame and took our customary place in the second row (okay, our customary place is often right on the glass but that hardly matters, now does it? Back to the story.) on the visitors side. There was a woman sitting with two youngsters, a girl and a boy, right in front of us on the glass.
The girl was a bit cra-cra as we like to say. Yelling, running back and forth, banging the glass, etc. All in good fun. The boy was also having a good time, talking excitedly, laughing, etc. They were wearing Capitals gear and had made a couple of signs for Ovechkin.
They were sitting with a nice woman we shall call Mommy. Daddy, apparently, was sitting over on the Sharks side. So after causing a bit of mayhem, the girl decides she wants to go see her dad. Mom says okay. Exit the kids.
Return the kids + the dad who now sits about 3 rows behind us. The kids make their way back to the glass and resume sitting in the exact seats that they were sitting in before.
