Friday evening was hockey night. We met up with others in the city and took the express ice hockey bus to the United Center.

It all starts hours before - with beer, merchandising and people-watching. As one Lonelyplanet-forum Chicagoan put it - if you want to see the real America, go anywhere, it`s all real. There they were - the solarium-tanned girls, some of them already one beer too many in them, the hockey-moms, dressed head to toe in red and the families who spend a fortune on their night out paying way too much for nachos and cheese on the stadium.
But the best were two middle-aged men sitting behind us commenting the game. It was a true fringe benefit to the tickets. Here is a small extract of how it went:
You make me sick to my stomach! Let`s slice this up!! You make me puke! Come to papa... Hallelujah!!! Let`s dance, let`s go people... Quit kissing!!! Siddown!!!!!! Sonofabich lets role! Ripit, rip it, RIP IT! Great shot asshole. (After the third goal of the Penguins) Oh boy, I thought that was it. Dance, c`mon!!!! Beat my ass up! Nineteen, baby, nineteen (to Jonathan Toews, one of the hotties in the team trying to goal. Not successful). Now we are screwed.
But last and not least - they have Ice Girls! - cute as a button from far above but, as everything in here, a bit too much if you look closer, they clean the ice with shovels and help overcome the disappointment when the Pittsburgh Penguins beat Chicago Blackhawks 4-2.Greetings to Alice, Andrea, Pädi, Tav and Curt.
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