Nashville!

Have I ever mentioned that Benjamin loves hockey? Hmmm, I may have mentioned it here before. Oh, I did. It’s number 22. Well, his favorite hockey team is the Predators. So we had saved up for a trip to Nashville for his birthday to watch his beloved Predators play in their hometown. He was a happy boy.

We flew in on Thursday afternoon and found our car and our rental condo. That was pretty much all the time we had for that day.

Friday we went and watched them practice. Benjamin was a happy boy. There were in fact a ton of people there because of this guy. There is quite the story behind this, but I don’t remember all the details. However, I will say that it was his first day back from Russia and everyone came to see him. Otherwise, we probably would have been able to get a hockey puck signed. Oh well… we had the game the next day! But! Before the next day, we made arrangements to go to the Melting Pot. We love it. My mother doesn’t care for it, but can we get a yummy??

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Saturday was the big game. We had excellent seats. In fact, we were right behind the only place that didn’t have thick plexiglas. I was scared that a puck would come flying and hit us. Benjamin assured me that the hockey players that weren’t on the ice would catch it.

DSCN0130This is where our seats were. See those two men talking? That’s where the opposing team were going to sit during the game. If you look closely, to the left of the men, that’s where the plexiglas starts. Before the game, no one except whose seats where we were, were allowed to go.

 

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See, the man on the right in black? He was making sure no one passed over the stairs on the right. That’s how good our seats were.

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Benjamin got himself a new hockey jersey. He was quite proud of it.

DSCN0135They came out on the ice before the game to stretch. After that, the zamboni’s came out and the pre-game festivities started.

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The predators head dropped from the ceiling and the hockey players came out on the ice through it.

And while Benjamin had the camera, I saw this rope dangling from the ceiling and I was a bit confused. So I looked up and saw this thing coming down. So what did I do? I yelled at him to immediately take pictures of the mascot zooming down the rope! DSCN0141DSCN0142

May I just say that the mascot was a hoot?

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Before the game, he flung t-shirts to fans in the stands and during one of the breaks, they had these women come out and do some ummm, dancing… and he was quite pleased with it.

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That’s the coach’s bald head (of the other team) that you see.

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The Predators won! 3-1. If they would have scored another goal, we all would have gotten a free frosty from Wendy’s. But that’s ok. We went home and he celebrated by eating his favorite ice cream in the whole wide world that they don’t sell up here.

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Blue Bell ice cream.

Other than that, we pretty much vegged. We went antiquing on Monday only to find out that all most of the stores are closed on Monday’s. Boo!! No, we didn’t go see all the things you’d think we should have seen in Nashville. I’m not a big country fan. Ok, I’m not a country fan at all.

Monday evening, we went to dinner and since we were close to the Temple there, we decided to go and get a picture of it. It’s identical to the Lubbock temple.DSCN0167

However, our condo was just down the street from the Duke’s of Hazzard museum so on our last day there, we quickly went and got some pictures of it.

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It was fun and I’m glad Benjamin was able to go for his birthday! Love you honey!

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