Only a game

Last Wednesday during my training class, I signed up for the optional evening training session, which was OK. When we finished, about 10 PM, I was planning to take Uber back to the hotel. However, chatting with one of my fellow students who was headed to the metro made me change my mind and take the train instead. It had been a long day, and I certainly was tired, but why not.

It turned out that I was in the subway system at the same time as several thousand dedicated but disappointed Washington Capitals fans. They had just suffered a 4-
3 lost to the Montréal Canadiens, and this year that’s an embarrassment. A couple of stops after I got on, all the fans got on too, and suddenly the train was packed. I was happy to give up my seat to this gentleman so he could sit next to his lovely wife.

They expanded my mental model of hockey fans… I don’t know if I’ve ever seen hair as perfectly lacquered, and partcularly at that hour after attending a hockey game.