After both Hillary and I weren't able to make the annual camp out in line for season hockey tickets, we were ecstatic to get an email saying they had a few remaining unclaimed season tickets. We rushed to the ticket office, landed first in line at the window, and managed to buy the next-to-last season tickets.
This makes us officially "Lynah Faithful," the dedicated fans of Cornell hockey that frequent Lynah rink. Our first game was against Dartmouth (who we whomped 5-1), and our second was the legendary Cornell-Harvard match up, our biggest rivalry. Tickets for this game are nearly impossible to get, unless you happen to have season tickets, of course.
Hillary and I with our Lynah Faithful shirts (free with tickets), and our fish.
Fish, you say?? One of the weirdest hockey traditions is throwing fish on the ice at the Harvard game. The history behind it is that Harvard once threw a dead chicken on the ice to make fun of Cornell's agriculture school. The next year, we threw dead fish to mock the fishing industry in Boston (not sure why that deserves to be made fun of, but I'll go with it). After that, Harvard tied a live chicken to the Cornell goal, but they (obviously) got in huge trouble, where as we have been throwing fish ever since. Security is intense on the way in, patting people down for dead fish. Most people now use swedish fish, gold fish, or paper fish as a more symbolic gesture.
A giant fish head thrown on the ice after the 2nd period-- like the fish thrown at the beginning of the game, it was picked up by designated fish-picker-upers with garbage bags. Fun job.
The zamboni man, who is now retired but makes special appearances, always dresses up in some crazy costume. I believe he is a Chinese emperor here.
In case you care (that's a rhetorical question, OF COURSE you care), we stomped Harvard, 6 to 3, in a very high energy game that stayed neck and neck right up to the third period.
LOVE the shirts! Nice score on the tickets.
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