I went with the family to a hockey game between the Phoenix Coyotes and the Detroit Red Wings. We were rooting for the home Coyotes.
Red Wings fans packed our section. They were wearing hats and autographed sweaters. When Detroit scored the fist goal, they got smug. 1-0 after one period. The second period was a different story.
The Coyotes came out and scored three goals. 3-1 at the end of the second period.
By the closing minutes of the third period, Detroit fans in front of us were talking loud enough for us to hear, gloating about their team's past achievements, consoling themselves on the imminent loss.
On the way out, a Detroit fan, a grown man, leaned into my daughter's face and shouted "HOW MANY STANLEY CUPS DO YOU HAVE?"
What a douche.