Saturday was the last home game for my Dallas Stars this season. After an atrocious start which had them at the bottom of the ranks for the division, they fought their way up as high as 5th. For those who don't know hockey, the top 8 of the division make it into the play off. So don't laugh at 5th.
But I digress...After a dismal, wait that's not exactly a strong enough word...atrocious, disgusting, and to quote Razor Reaugh, "rancid" March, my Stars ended their season with some pretty awful losses. While you never want to use injury as an excuse, this season it was the glaring "obvious" for the team.
Anyway, they were mathematically eliminated last night, after a gutsy, 5-4 win in overtime. They scored more goals Saturday in one game than they had in their last three or four.
I was there and have to admit I always love the last home game of the season. Fans are recognized and get a bit of the love thrown their way. Although as a 4-year season ticket holder, I've not had any of that love tossed in my direction.
So I've come to the conclusion that most sports franchises only love the fans who can dole out the cash for a full season. Yeah, I would have given my eye teeth to stand next to Brad "ohmygoshhe'ssoooohot" Richards and receive one of his game worn jerseys...but again, I'm not a full season ticket holder.
After the game, the majority of us 18,532 fans got to watch the lucky few receive the jerseys right off the guys' backs...literally...game is over and they are stripping of their jerseys right there on the ice. Sure is was a treat to see, for all of 2 minutes...but why stay when I don't get one.
I think all fans should have received something last night, whether you were a season ticket holder or not. Some little token of affection would have been nice.