I fear for our future

Mr. M's boys are in boy scouts now. I have a deep hatred of the scouts but I'm supporting them and keeping my mouth shut. (I have a deep hatred of anything with uniforms that are so disgustingly ugly.) Tonight was a scout trip to see the Phantoms. Mr. M and I have enjoyed going to games before, when the Flyers were on strike, so he bought tickets. I didn't realize it was like, ALL the scouts in the area until the announcements started.

As the team came out they stated how many troops and dens were there and then announced that a local 6th grade choir would be singing the National Anthem. Can you imagine? Working your whole life to be a pro hockey player and having to settle for this? Being in a half empty stadium with only 5000 attendees, half of them scouts, and having a half deaf choir singing the National Anthem. They all looked like they were thinking "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO IN MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE THIS?"

The game finally started and we had great seats to see the Phantoms getting their asses handed to them. After the first period they had half the scouts down to walk on the ice. Mr. M went to take photos while I videotaped. As they exited the ice, I got up to hit the restroom only to find that SS6 hadn't made it down to the ice as he was scared. Luckily a security guard was taking care of him until Mr. M happened to come along. When I came back to the seats, SS6 was sitting by himself. After a few minutes I looked up and Mr. M was standing there looking dumbfounded. He couldn't find SS9 (oh yea, hey he had a birthday!), so he went back outside to search. He came back. He went back out. He finally came back and explained that SS9 had decided to use the bathroom after getting off the ice, only to realize when he came out that he had no idea how to get back to the seats. Ooops. Neither of the kids handle stress real well, and by stress I mean someone looking at them crosseyed, so I imagine this was pretty upsetting, but he settled down quickly when he returned to the seats.

Near disaster averted we returned to watching the Phantoms get their asses kicked. Sporting events always have annoying music excerpts to go along with plays, goals, penalties, etc. We always get a kick watching kids throughout the stadium dancing and having a good time. My heart stopped during the third period when suddenly, for no reason at all, the theme song to..
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Sponge Bob Squarepants came on. Huh? Yea. Now imagine, a stadium full of 6-10 year olds. Singing. Sponge Bob. Squarepants. I'm sure Mr. M can relay what my face looked like at that point.

Fortunately the Phantoms pulled something out of their ass and scored two goals in THE LAST THIRTY SECONDS. They then WON in sudden death overtime. All in all, a good time.....