Can I just say something real quick? Real quick, okay? I won’t keep you.
Okay, so, like, when your team wins the Stanley Cup, it’s awesome. Seriously, guys. It rules. And then you get inspired to go out to East Rutherford a few days later for the celebration, and you think it’s gonna be awesome seriously guys it rules, but it totally isn’t. 75% of Jersey folk say that Jersey is a good place to live, and it really is pretty groovy. The area around my parents’ house is really nice. But there’s that 25% there, and, well, it’s, like… Geh– Like, where they had the celebration today? Yeah, eww, not so cool. Pretty hot, actually. Check it out:
That’s a parking lot. A freakin’ parking lot. Not just a normal parking lot, a freakin’ parking lot. That’s where, half an hour later, a big chunk of Jersey tumbled on in to do some serious hardcore sweating just to catch a glimpse of the New Jersey Devils and that big ol’ hunk o’ silver cup that we all wuv so much. That part was cool, and I got some decent pictures, but standing there, waiting, constantly being glanced at by an old classmate that I didn’t really care to run into (She won’t see this, don’t worry. Hi Jaime.), for, like, what was it? Three hours? Something like that. Sucky. I got sunburned on my scalp. My sister is all red and swollen like she’s pregnant or something. And she’s so not.
They really could have had this whole shmelidiedoo (I made that word up. I’m not even sure how to pronounce it. My head freakin’ hurts.) indoors, but no. This is Jersey, where we boo our governor any time he makes a public appearance.
So, yeah, where was I going with this? Right, don’t go to Stanley Cup celebrations when your home team wins. Unless, like, you’re not a Devils fan. Then it’s probably okay. Go for it.