Concrete Forever

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We started here together, and now we’re leaving the same way. The funny thing is, you never appreciate what you had yesterday, until it’s gone today…

Goodbye, old friend. May the shadows of your concrete slabs reign over Northlands for life.

I’m at a loss for words. Truly, I am. And not the normal kind of loss for words that the Oilers usually put me in, this time, it’s different. I have no idea what to say. Last night was, simply, incredible. I don’t say this much, but I’d like to extend a huge job well done to the Edmonton Oilers. Marty Reasoner being introduced and taking a video of himself walking down the carpet was worth the price of admission itself. I also haven’t cheered as loud as I did for Scott Ferguson since probably the game against New York in December. The guys beside me asked if I was a Scotty Ferguson fan. What a stupid question.

That atmosphere was magical. It’s something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The pregame video they had was only a million times better than the one they used for the other 40 games this year. Even the music seemed better. I could almost stand listening to “Stadium Love”. Suffice to say, that was one of the happiest games I have ever been to in my life. The entire audience completely forget we were 65 points out of a playoff spot for six hours. Everybody just sat there, and took in every single second of their final moments inside our beautiful (now former) barn. There were, of course, a few times where I became a little lot choked up. For starters, when they played the video of Paul Lorieau singing the national anthem, and the Jungle faithful sang along. It became a thousand times harder to keep control of those tears when they showed Joey behind the bench, still bellowing the anthem like it was 2006. Also, Al Hamilton’s and Georges Laraque’s speeches were probably my two favourites on the night. Why? Because both of them talked about winning, and what winning means to this city. I wish to God we could have done this event during like game one of the season, because all the current Oilers looked like they were fired up to go out and kill anybody after that spectacle. Except Niki, who looked like he was only ready to kill your soul.

Jesus hauntingly Christ. Poor Juice and Matty Garon had no idea what kind of flesh eating super villain was parked right behind them. Look happy one time, Nik, my God.

Loved Friggin’ Todd’s interview as well, especially when he mentioned he was a good western kid. Loved the fans chanting “let’s go Oilers” as the players walked off. Loved the banner lowering ceremony and having Joey carry it off the ice. Loved Jay Onrait demanding Daryl Katz bring back Mundare perogies. Also, how jealous do you think Mess was that Connor was hanging out with Gretz all night? Honestly bet he called him 4,000 times like a jealous ex trying to sway him away, but Connor for sure has his number blocked by now. They did look pretty damn good together, though:

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Thank you, Jungle, for all you’ve given us over the years. You deserved some better hockey in the last decade, but you never complained. Good or bad, it didn’t matter. You took everything that came at you, like Hank’s wife. I’ll never forget you, my friend, and I look forward to telling my future kids that the Oilers did in fact play in a visible bomb shelter at one point in our history. Long live the Concrete Jungle, and now, onto the Glass Jungle. Concrete forever.

 

PS – Most underrated part of the night was we kicked the shit out of Vancouver.

 

PSS – Of course:

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Fitting that ENS got a little screen time for all the coverage we’ve given the barn. I wore a Laraque jersey, for those wondering. Seemed like the right thing to do.

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