I remember attending my first hockey game at the Pacific Coliseum, but I don’t know who was playing, what the score was, or hold old I was. Neither does my dad who brought me. I think I must have been about 5 or 6 though, otherwise the mental images of this game that are left in my head wouldn’t still be so clear.
I was able to bring my nephew, who is 20 months old to his first hockey game on Sunday night. I know that he’s not going to remember this the same way I did at such a young age. So I decided to take a few photos of him there, and I think I’ll save the ticket for him as a bit of a memento too.
Surprisingly, even at 20 months old, he was able to watch the play, and was very excited by all the activity on the ice. Except when there was a good check on the boards near us (we were only 7 rows up), the sound of the boards rattling just about scared him him out of the seat.
The most vivid memory I had of my first game was when the game actually started. Being that I had only seen games on T.V. up to that point in my life, I was accustomed to hearing the commentators talking throughout every game. I thought they were still doing a pregame skate because there was no commentary yet, and asked when it would start. Apparently it had and they were already 5 minutes into the first period.
And that began the first of many annual trips from the Sunshine Coast to the big city to see the Canucks in action. I think this will be the first of many trips to GM Place for my nephew as well.
The Chief Canuck
