Well, I’ve now seen my seventh live Avalanche game, and the cumulative record for games I’ve seen is 3-4-0. This means that people who don’t like the Avs can buy me tickets because they’ve statistically won fewer than half of the games I’ve been to….
Yeah, I know it won’t work. But if you don’t like the Avs, you might be…shall we say “challenged”…enough to believe it.
In any case, I will point out one other strange thing that happened on the way home. For the first time in my life, I’ve been in a car that was cut off…by a police car! Yup, that’s right.
John, my brother-in-law, is a very heavy-footed driver. He also likes to drive pretty close to the car in front of him. So it makes it rather ironic that this is what happened.
As we drove from Denver back to Colorado Springs, John pretty much stuck to the fast lane. Just past Castle Rock, a lady driving a black sports car raced past in the right lane, and cut in front of John and the car in front of John. Remember how I said that John liked to travel close to the cars in front of him? Well, in this case the car only had about a foot of clearance to squeeze in between the car ahead and where John was.
Somehow, she made it in. John backed off on the gas and got another car-length of distance when a second car shot up on the right hand side and jerked over in front of him. We had just enough time to go, “Hey, what–oh, that’s the State Patrol!” when the lights went on and the lady who cut us off was dragged unceremoniously to the side of the road and beaten unconscious with a…no wait, that’s what would have happened in L.A.
Okay, so it’s not as big of deal. But it was interesting anyway. And of course I was sitting there thinking, “I wonder why the cop picked the lady who cut John off to pull over instead of…oh, say, pulling John himself over for his agressive driving.” ;-) Oh well. I doubt John realized that he was breaking the law too (because when you’re travelling at 75 mph and you only have about 10 feet between you and the car ahead of you, that’s what’s known as “Following Too Closely”), but at least the cop did decide to pull over the most dangerous driver at that particular spot.
So we survived I-25, but the Avs lost: the good and the bad.
The ugly is probably the Taco Bell we ate dinner at, but that’s not a story for children…. :-P
