Intermission hijinks

I've been in something of a tizzy over the NHL playoffs, mostly because my beloved Flyers have been playing Washington in the first round, so I've had the chance to actually see the games televised on channels here in DC. A rare treat, to be sure, as DC is typically not a hockey lovin', hockey watchin' kind of town.

Anyway, last night, while watching one of the most exciting games I've seen in recent memory (you gotta love when a series--nay, an entire season--is decided by whichever team scores first in game 7 in overtime), I needed to find something to entertain myself during the first and second intermissions. Normally I'd listen to the commentary, but I hate the voice of one of the local sportscasters. And, with nothing else really worth watching, I popped in a DVD of a concert I attended last year--the Who in DC.

And what a concert! I never, ever thought I'd get to see my favorite band in the world--they've held that title since I was six years old--from the vantage point of a front row seat, but the concert gods were smiling on me when I won a pair of tickets from a local radio station. I had seen the Who twice on last year's tour, and I just couldn't justify spending the cash on what would undoubtedly be a bad seat in an arena--DC's Verizon Center--notorious for horrible acoustics. But it costs nothing to sign up online for the mailing list of a newly-created local rock station. "What's your favorite band?" the questionnaire inquired. I typed in "the Who" and the rest of my vital stats... and several days later I received a call from the promotions guy, telling me that I had tix waiting for me for the DC show if I wanted them. The next thing I knew (well, this was a couple of days later), my friend Leslie and I were being escorted down down down the stairs to the floor of the arena and up up up to the first row of seats. At that point, I'm quite convinced my soul left my body for at least a few seconds. I also remember thinking--seriously--that I was now comfortable with dying, for having this ticket, this vantage point, meant that I had Truly Lived. Yes, I am a jackass, but I do love my little band just that much.

Right, so long story short, I was able to see myself on the concert footage! I have proof I was there! Here are some framegrabs:


This one is much better:

It's plain as day, I tell ya! But one thing this show did for me is spoil pretty much any other Who concert I ever attend. Whatever. It was worth it. (Incidentally, the acoustics in the front row were just fine. Either that, or they stunk, and I was too delirious to care.)

Oh, and go Flyers! Beat Montreal! Woo!!!