The Barrister
If you're like me and you experience significant joy at other people's sports pain, then you probably love the New York Islanders. Fuck if I care about their glory years gone by when they actually won Cups. They've been near or at dogshit every year since I moved down to NYC in 2005, making an Isles game the best bet for a good Sabres roadie in the tri-state area. Thing is, while it's set to get much better when they move to Brooklyn (ha ha!), nothing is more dogshit than getting out to the hole of an arena they have out in Uniondale, NY.
Nassau Colisseum is basically what Mike Harrington would be if he was a sports arena with a slightly higher IQ and slender fingers. It's the Queen City Sports of athletic match venues, the Niagara Falls Reporter of stadia. It's the only thing you need to mention if a Long Islander talks shit about your hometown, even if you're from Batavia.
And, on top of being utterly terrible, it's bone you in the bum difficult to get to if (a) you don't have a car, or (b) you do have a car but like to throw back six or seven beers during a game like a real American but don't like to drive drunk because that's what scumbags like Billy Joel like to do.
So here at the Deeg, faced with this shit situation, we've started a grand tradition - still in its infancy, mind you - of hopping in a rented coach leaving from Queens, enjoying tasty beverages en route and avoiding the burdens of soberly watching a game in one the most massive of American shitholes.
Lockout over and NHL schedule in hand, we're ready to get the wheels in motion to #OccupyNassau on Saturday, February 9th. If you're interested, email the Deeg ([email protected]) or get at me on twitter @theycallmedubs. It was a time and a half last year and if you're in the New York City area you don't want to miss it.
Let's Go Buffalo.
If you're like me and you experience significant joy at other people's sports pain, then you probably love the New York Islanders. Fuck if I care about their glory years gone by when they actually won Cups. They've been near or at dogshit every year since I moved down to NYC in 2005, making an Isles game the best bet for a good Sabres roadie in the tri-state area. Thing is, while it's set to get much better when they move to Brooklyn (ha ha!), nothing is more dogshit than getting out to the hole of an arena they have out in Uniondale, NY.
Nassau Colisseum is basically what Mike Harrington would be if he was a sports arena with a slightly higher IQ and slender fingers. It's the Queen City Sports of athletic match venues, the Niagara Falls Reporter of stadia. It's the only thing you need to mention if a Long Islander talks shit about your hometown, even if you're from Batavia.
And, on top of being utterly terrible, it's bone you in the bum difficult to get to if (a) you don't have a car, or (b) you do have a car but like to throw back six or seven beers during a game like a real American but don't like to drive drunk because that's what scumbags like Billy Joel like to do.
So here at the Deeg, faced with this shit situation, we've started a grand tradition - still in its infancy, mind you - of hopping in a rented coach leaving from Queens, enjoying tasty beverages en route and avoiding the burdens of soberly watching a game in one the most massive of American shitholes.
Lockout over and NHL schedule in hand, we're ready to get the wheels in motion to #OccupyNassau on Saturday, February 9th. If you're interested, email the Deeg ([email protected]) or get at me on twitter @theycallmedubs. It was a time and a half last year and if you're in the New York City area you don't want to miss it.
Let's Go Buffalo.
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