I decided on Friday that it would be fun to invade enemy territory, so I picked up a pair of tickets to Game 1 for me and a friend. We left Chicago at 5am, and got to that hell-hole at around noon. I was curious to see Hell, seeing how I'd never been there, and it most certainly lived up to its reputation. It was the ugliest big city I've ever been to. Joe Louis Arena was no different. It looks like a minor league team's facility. It's dark and dreary, not to mention all the vendors look like they're gonna try to sell you gold watches they have stashed in their coats. Hell, they were not even cordial to the Scum fans. After taking my seat, and joining in many rounds of "Let's Go Hawks!", I proceeded to get heckled for 3 hours without end. It's all well and good, until I find out that almost everyone in my immediate area is Canadian. I thought they're probably from just over the river, until they said they live in Toronto. Then the Scum fan next to me turns around to them and says "me too." I said something shitty about the Leafs, and they got really mad and responded with "Shut the F**k up, we're all Leaf fans!" and "F U Blackhawk, you got nothing on the Leafs!" I turned to the loudest one (who had Scum streamers in his hair, a jersey, towel, and even Scum shorts) and asked "who's your team Wings of Leafs?" Of course he / they responded with "you suck" and yadda yadda yadda. At one point one of them said Zetterbitch is the "new Sundin" Even with the loss, it was great to see the majority of Hawks fans stay til the final buzzer and clap for our team. Leaving the city was amazingly easy because all the traffic was going over the bridge to Canada. Are there any Scum fans left in Detroit proper?
On a side note: while walking along the river, we were approached by a nice man who was with his family. He introduced himself as Pat Stapleton's nephew. If you dont know, Pat "Whitey" Stapleton was a great Hawks player, and even represented Canada for the Summit Series in '72 and '74. The man told me that he and his family were big Hawks fans (as Pat's son Mike also played for Chicago) and were happy to see them doing so well. This was the nicest part of my trip.
There is a statue on the river dedicated to the Underground Railroad. Detroit was the next to last stop for many runaway slaves on their journey to freedom in Canada. This seems fitting as I felt a sense of freedom as I crossed the city limits, and this feeling grew stronger and stronger the farther away I travelled away from Satan's A**hole, MI.