Shanghai Hockey?

This past weekend one of our friends scored some free tickets to an international hockey match (Shanghai Sharks vs. some team from South Korea). I'm not a big fan of hockey, but this sounded like a fun, new experience, so I was pretty excited about all of it! Anyways, after frisbee, some delicious Xinjiang food, and a quick trip to the eyeglasses market (I will say more about this in a later post) we made our way down to the stadium. The stadium was out on the end of the Line 9 subway. Now, I don't have a vast knowledge of Shanghai (I don't live there after all), but I hadn't even heard of Line 9. It is a rarely used boondocky subway that took us out into the 'burbs. It was like going back to Suzhou :) We got to the rink just in time for the game to begin and it was everything that I dreamed it would be... The hockey was definitely mediocre (think high school/college level), but the atmosphere was hilarious. There were thunder sticks everywhere, dancing cheerleaders on a stage (the Chinese seem to have an unhealthy obsession with cheerleaders, but that's a topic for another post), and beer-swilling Chinese hockey fans. It was terrific!

High quality hockey

Picture time at the hockey game!

The highlight of the match for me was betting Robin a bunch of bananas that no goals would be scored in the 3rd period only to have Shanghai tie up the score with a goal in the final 19 seconds of the 3rd period. You just can't manufacture excitement like that! Haha. Anyways, once the game was over we needed to get back to Shanghai, but at this point the subway is no longer so we hire out this sketchy mini-van and ride joyfully back to Shanghai. On the ride back, we prank called Joann (a frisbee friend). We pretended to be lost in cab with a cabbie who only spoke Cantonese and asked her to talk to the cabbie for us. Joann (who speaks Cantonese fluently) then spoke with the "cab driver" Geoff (our friend in the van who also speaks Cantonese). Geoff proceeded along an inappropriate line of questioning (in Cantonese) asking Joann if she was pretty and where she lived. It was all quite amusing at the time, but definitely loses something in the the re-telling. I actually just re-read that and realized how little sense it makes, but I'm too lazy to re-type all of that and I'm just going to leave it up there as is.

Ok, back to work for me!

- Jon