About ten minutes into the game, and after a pause for the Devils goal, the rest of the row seated inside of us came in, apologetically, made of those odd people who always seem to show up at a sporting event after about a quarter of its clock time has passed. They were generous in apologizing for making us get up, although I didn't think it was that inconvenient.
Meanwhile I got to thinking that it'd be fun to crack jokes about the game, except that I was seated next to my father, who's built up a nearly complete immunity to his current hearing aid and in the noise of the hockey rink any aside I might make to him would require several rounds of ever-louder repetition, crushing the humor from any quip. Oh, but! I had my hand phone, and I could text-message people who weren't there. bunny_hugger would be the natural person to message, but I know she checks messages almost as rarely as I check messages, if you can imagine. (Plus on her plan each received message costs an irritating extra bit. I pay per message too, but just a nickel per for text messages, which I can accept.) However, I did have the phone numbers for chefmongoose and skylerbunny in my phone and ah, that would do nicely.
I would like to think that I was being amusing with observations like how it will radically change hockey the day someone thinks up a meaning for the blue lines. Perhaps I was, to chefmongoose, but the problem with messaging skylerbunny was that I had forgotten his SIM card thingy for his phone was fried by some evil phone incident a couple months ago and he lost all his contacts. He restored the ones he needed as he used them, but he never got around to adding my information back since we don't need to talk on the phone often. So all he knew was he was getting these cryptic messages from an unfamiliar number telling him, ``Don't panic--I am at some manner of ice-soccer competition but they seem not to need my advise how to proceed.'' So the effect ended up funny, although not in the way I'd intended.
Trivia: In 1883 Daimler introduced high-speed gasoline engines, for motor vehicles and small boats, which were designed for 800 revolutions per minute, as opposed to the general standard of 200 revolutions per minute. Source: A History Of Mechanical Inventions, Abbott Payson Usher.
Currently Reading: The 1984 Annual World's Best SF, Editor Donald A Wollheim.