Part Four: The Fan
It was my first time in Chicago. My first time in Soldier Field. I wasn't here to watch the Chicago Bears take on the Green Bay Packers. Instead I was here to watch two of the best teams in the NHL face off in the middle of the hallowed walls of the Windy City's finest football stadium.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Walking up to Solider Field felt surreal in and of itself. The sky grey and spitting white. The bitter cold made me regret not bringing a scarf (I bought one for $40, worth every penny). The buzz was high as my group approached the entrance to Solider Field.
A wander around the parking lots to see the tailgating masses (and get some gentle ribbing from Blackhawks fans) added to the atmosphere. Walking into the Spectator Plaza just brought everything full circle. There we found all kinds of odd creatures exited to have spent good money freezing in the tundra of Chicago.
Walking into the stadium brought brief needed warmth but also my first view of the rink in the middle of the field.
It's one thing to see these on TV or in photos, it's another to walk in and see a rink in the middle of a football field surrounded by over 60,000 seats that will soon be filled with people.
Finally I reached my seats in 250.
The snow continued to fall through out the game. My snow globe dream was coming true... for better worse. It slowed down the game play and ruined the Penguins preferred method of attack. It slogged the game time and made the experience of exposure to the elements a little worse. Shoveling the considerable snow off of the ice (around 5-6 inches when all was said and done) made the experience a little tedious...
All that said, despite the 5-1 defeat in which the Penguins never looked a threat the experience was exceptional. The snow globe was beautiful. With my approximately 30,000 laters I stayed fairly warm. The only near issues were my hands (should have worn more than one pair of gloves but then I couldn't tweet!) and my jeans, which were soaked and literally frozen by the end of the game. I have never been more cold over a prolonged period of time in my life... and I'd do it again tomorrow if I could.
The result of the game was not optimal. The game itself was sloppy and at times hard to watch. The entire experience? It was priceless. It was amazing. It was what I thought it'd be. It was a memory I'll never forget, and one I'll boast about for ages.
Thanks to all who came with and thanks to all who made it happen.