Tom Hanks is here, and so is Michael J Fox. Uncle Ned & Alex P Keaton at same game? #familyties #NYR
— The Coop (@Coopz22) May 7, 2013
I went to my first ever Ranger game in 1989. It was a Sunday afternoon game against the Pittsburgh Penguins. I went with my dad.
Five years later, the Rangers won their first Stanley Cup in 54 years.
The year after that, I met my friend Rob, who posts as @NotGlenSather on Twitter. Sometimes, it seems like yesterday that I bummed a cigarette off him at the grease trucks at Rutgers. But it was 18 friggin years ago.
We lost touch for a few years. But it was only telling that when we did reconnect, it was at Rangers Opening Night in 2000.
We managed, since 2000, to go to a game or run into each at a game once a year. Then after 2011, I sat in his seats, but didn’t see him. We also never attended a playoff game together.
That changed Monday.
I get a message from him this morning: I have an extra ticket to the game tonight.
I was hesitant. In fact, when he did his playoff “lottery” for his tickets (where those of us who buy tickets from him during the season get playoff “rights” in a sense), I was secretly glad that I missed the first round.
Not because I don’t appreciate the first round. It’s just that I have a HELLACIOUS record against the Capitals. Not just any games, but specifically playoff games. I’ve been two Rangers playoff games in my lifetime prior to Monday night – both losses to the team from our nation’s capitol.
I was apprehensive. I don’t consider myself the most superstitious person, but when it comes to playoff hockey, I’ll do what I have to do in order to ensure a win. If that means I have to sit in the bathroom and follow the game on Twitter, I’ll do it. And NotGlen and I usually have a ritual to meet at Cafe 31 before every game we attend together. But even NotGlen wanted to change things up.
Anything, I suppose, to ensure a win.
He asked me to pick the meeting place. Foley’s on 33rd St was my first guess. After splitting some nachos and beers, we headed to the Garden.
Funny thing was, NotGlen started to number what he did differently that day. Instead of Cafe 31, he went to Foley’s. Instead of carrying his jersey with him, he had it on when we met. He even admitted to taking a different set of stairs at the train station. I don’t have a ritual for games. I just go.
So off we went.
The playoffs are really a night for star sighting. It was also high comedy from two friends who have known each other forever.
@notglensather “what’s the most painful way to die?” Me: “watching this game” #NYR
— The Coop (@Coopz22) May 7, 2013
@notglensather “that fucking asshole with the pink flamingo better show up to EVERY GAME” #nyr — The Coop (@Coopz22) May 7, 2013
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER SHIT AND BALLS — The Coop (@Coopz22) May 7, 2013
Although I never support anything Rangers, I’d advise anyone remotely interested in the playoffs to follow @coopz22 Priceless In-Game Tweets
— E.J. (@TheHappyRecap) May 7, 2013
NotGlen and I met after I bummed a cigarette off him. I was a teenager. I’m a firm believer in the family we choose. We’re children of the ’80s. We’re like brother and sister.
We grew up with ’80s icons like Michael J Fox, John McEnroe and even Tom Hanks. They were all in attendance at the game. Matt Harvey from the Mets was born in 1989. I guess that technically makes him a child of the ’80s.
I don’t remember a lot of the game. That’s because it was mostly a blur. I also probably screamed some obscenities, but I also hid for the last 1:40 or so of the game.
OH on PP “we got more accomplished holding our dicks on the Security line” (ok that might have been me) #NYR
— The Coop (@Coopz22) May 7, 2013
I just realized that I curse infinitely more at a Live hockey game than any other time in my life #nyr
— The Coop (@Coopz22) May 7, 2013
@the_sutter @glenngiangrande Just ask @notglensather: I almost didn’t go Mon night b/c I thought I was bad luck. And I hid the last minute
— The Coop (@Coopz22) May 9, 2013
@notglensather @the_sutter @glenngiangrande But then I hyperventilated as we walked out since I held my breath too that last minute
— The Coop (@Coopz22) May 9, 2013
I guess the superstitions started in the ’80s, when I became a Rangers fan. Back then I was only going to about one game a year. I would do things on game days, wear certain shirts or clothes. I would always be disappointed if the Rangers lost.
The stakes are higher. They went into Monday’s game down 2-0 in the series. They are now tied 2-2, winning two critical home games. Both not without its hiccups.
Since I had attended two losses in the playoffs, I didn’t want to see what would happen if I went. NotGlen, well, his superstitions certainly surpass mine. And I guess he wanted to throw caution to the wind, getting some good karma in the Garden once again.
And I’m so glad I went.
Every now and then, say, what the fuck. What the fuck brings you freedom. Opportunity makes your future.
The Rangers need a little bit of “what the fuck” on their team right now. Maybe, just maybe, our familial tie got us to that point.
