hockey games are fun yet stupid

my moms friend, maggie, gave us three tickets last night for the Bulls Hockey game. of course we went, we had nothing better to do, duhhh.
hell
first off, one ticket was sitting beside maggie's mother, someone i've never metbut gord (step dad) planned to have me sit beside, so he could sit beside my loving mother. NICE TRY!!! mom took that spot before gord could do anything. instead I was stuck between gord and an old caughing hockey fan, both of home leaned over me to speak to one another, since the guys hearing was bad.
on fun!
it amazes me, sometimes, all the different reactions a person can have. the person in front of me, being too quick a thinker for his own good, stood up at one point (when he was mad, I take it) and threw a puck onto the ice DURING play. i think he meant to distract the other team, but I don't know which team it was. anyway, i was sort of stunned by that. I had no clue someone could be so stupid/passionate about a game to throw another puck onto the ice. what the hell for???? it made NO sense to me.
then, NOT helping the situation, the guy behind me leans over past my ear and starts yelling at the guy who threw the puck. "What the hell type of fan are you? throwing stuff onto the ice...": etc etc, and that went on into mutters for another half hour, I think. thankfull that guy apologized for yelling into my ear, though he wasn't the only one to be yelling at the puck-thrower.
two hasty people, one whos a little too careless and passionate (being puck thrower) and the other being a little too angry himself. things like that, with reactions like that, help explain a lot of why the world is the way it is. too many people making stupid moves and too many people giving them all sorts of shit over it. thank god there wasn't any punches thrown. i was almost sure there would be.
it was funny though, only those few people and myself really noticed the puck get thrown from the guy in front. no one around me noticed the puck, though everyone else in the audience did, they just didn't know who threw it out there.
heres the funny part about pucks.
in one of the half-times, everyone who had baught a puck threw it to centre ice. whoever had it closest won. it was amazing. as soon as the announcer said start, all these little black pucks came flying from nowhere into one space on the ice. it was like seeing the line of where the rain stops right at your feet, and then sunshine from that spot on. it was so strange, all those phantom people throwing the same thing out into the rink, hoping for the same thing.
and of course, buddy behind me is muttering to the puck thrower from before "aww, you can't try out now...."
so strange. people really do amaze me. after a while, i got talking with the old man beside me about art though. that sort of helped the night, despite the fact that as soon as my mother got up to leave, I ran up the steps from my seat. :(. oh well.

i was imagining what it would be like to be blind last night, or to be going blind. I was imagining how it would feel to know that what you were seeing around you would be one of the last things you would ever see. how different thigns might seem, too. kind of scary to think about, but being an artist you have to worry about such things. after all, I couldn't write or paint or even perform very well if I was blind, right? so there goes half of my life right there. depressing stuff, but still worth thinking about sometimes. you remember to appreciate things more that way.

anyway, thats all for today. exams are winding down (stupid snow day!!!!) and things are starting to be pulled together. except for math. ARG