okay, so rexall place is a pretty fun rink to watch a game at. fans are into it and rowdy as hell (my buddy swears he almost saw fights break out in the bathroom) and there's a lot more between-period chanting of opposing team put-downs. the beer guys wear fluorescent yellow shirts (ge.n.ius), and they have the decency to announce the rival's starting lineup....
[the bad things i noticed at rexall were:
- the bottleneck between the LRT station and the concourse, where you had to line up for about five minutes to get through the door ---this never happens at the 'dome.
- their hotdog pales in comparison to the pocketdawg
- the walls seem to be lined with asbestos
- the place is absolutely TEEMING with oilers fans]
anyhow. the flames looked hot out of the gate. the shots on goal were ridiculously lopsided after one (in the 14-to-3 range) and the play demonstrated as much. sure, the C's got more PP time, but even at ES they were dominating the greasers.
i'm not sure what happened in the first intermission but the lines and matchups we'd seen in the solid opening frame were apparently not good enough for heir keenan. less than five minutes into the second stanza, when bertuzzi was suddenly on-ice with prust and nystrom, i turned to my buddy [who's a torontonian, bless'im] and said "this is where the wheels fall off."
and fall off they did. what a fucking disaster those last two periods were....