That's what the guy behind us was saying as we sat down.

Let me start from the beginning. My dad doesn't get out much. He had a stroke quite a few years back, which affected his speech and left him on disability. My dad's from Canada and is very much into hockey. He even played in semi-pro back in the old CA. So, for Christmas, Jimbo and I bought my dad tickets to see the Bruins.

We had a nice dinner at the Beerworks where dad has his first beer in oh, seven years. The smile on his face was incredible. We got to the game on time and quickly found our seats in the nosebleed section, the second row from the top. Not the best seats, but they were better compared to the obstructed view the old Garden offered.

As we sat down we noticed that we were sitting in front of a very loud, very obnoxious group of young ‘uns. The first thing I heard was "hey, after we get kicked out let's go to [the name of some bar I can't recall]..." followed by streams of curse words and more yells. We put up with this through the first period and then they left, only to come back as the second period was beginning, all double-fisted with beer.

The obnoxiousness continued to no response from us until Boston got the first goal and the crowd went wild – as did the group behind us. So wild, in fact, that one of the guys behind us spilled beer on me. Of course i was miffed and turned around and gave the guy a piece of my mind. He was a jerk of course, and offered to wipe it off for me. I turned around and ignored the guy just as Jimbo started giving the guy a piece of his mind. Jimbo sat back down and things were fairly peaceful for a bit…

Until they started saying stuff about Canadians. Oh dude. They don't know my dad. He's got a wicked short fuse. You don't want to mess with my dad. He stood up and told them to be quiet and lifted up his coat and told them how proud he was to be a Canadian and that they should stuff it (or something like that!) They loved it, of course and started arguing with my dad who I couldn't get to sit down.

I finally sent Jimbo off to get security, who came up and asked them to behave. They didn't even ask them to leave but they got up and left anyway, calling us snitchers (!) and making rude hand signals.

After that the game improved and Boston actually won! We had a great time despite the drunken cotton-headed ninny-muggins!