The Intern

I'm sitting in my afternoon class, staring out the window and focusing on the water in the distance. It's one of my least favorite classes: Public Affairs Reporting. It is a two and a half hour class right smack in the middle of the day, from 11-1:30. It was one of those classes that was required, but bores me beyond belief. I was just beginning to daydream, when a waving hand interrupts my thoughts. I jump, almost falling out of my chair. The hand belongs to my best friend and roommate, Kyra. We're both in our 2nd year and enjoying their college life. Sharing an apartment with my best friend is an interesting experience. We have known each other since we were in 8th grade and have been inseparable ever since.
“Hey Cass, you going out tonight?” She asks me, as we walk out of class.
“Probably not, Ky. Me and the couch have an informal date.”
“Doing what? Oh, let me guess, there’s a sports game on.”
“Got that right. It’s the first game of the New Year and they haven’t been doing so well lately. Gotta see if they have the Stanley Cup hangover.”
“The what?”
“You see, they won the Stanley Cup last year. Now they have all sorts of pressure. No team has ever won back-to-back Stanley Cup championships since the Detroit Red Wings in 1997 and 1998.”
“Look at you, Miss I-Know-Hockey-Facts. It just so happens that Alex, you know- the guy that’s in my management class? Tall, light blond hair, plays baseball? Well, his dad has season tickets, but has to work, so Alex invited some of us. I thought you’d like to come.”
“What team?”
“The Boston Bruins.”
“WHAT?!?! NO FRICKIN’ WAY!” I scream at her, causing several other students to glance our way and glare. Lowering my voice to a reasonable level, I say “You didn’t say he had season tickets to the Bruins. Of course I want to go!”
“Alright. I’ll text him now.”
I can’t believe I get to go to my first ever Bruins game! I think for the thousandth time, as we finally reach our apartment building. I stick the key into the lock and twist. The door opens and we enter. I go to my room, put my stuff on my desk, and then hangs my backpack up on its hook. I head back into the kitchen to find a quick snack before we have to get ready for the game. From what Kyra said, it’s us, Alex, and his older brother Noah going. It’s about an hour long train ride, plus a half hour sub way ride, so we need to leave pretty early. Belly full, I head to my room to get started on homework and pick out what I'm wearing tonight.
3 hours later, I'm dressed in a black v-neck Bruins t shirt, white skinny jeans, and black heeled boots. Kyra has on a yellow v-neck t shirt, black skinny jeans, and the same black heeled boots as me. I grab the bag that has my camera in it and we head out to make the quick 10 minute walk to the train station. Walking up to the platform, Kyra spots Alex and we both wave to him as we walk up. As he’s greeting us, the train pulls up. We all get on and head to the game.
At the Garden
We meet Noah outside the entrance where he holds all of our tickets. He hands them out and we head inside. I look at the ticket in my hand, savoring the feeling.
“No way! Are these really a few rows above center ice?!” I ask the brothers.
“Yep. Wait until you see the view,” they say as we walk to where the seats are. When we get there, I'm speechless. We’re a few rows above the players’ bench.
“OMG! These are the best! Thanks so much for inviting us!” I scream at them.
“It’s no problem. Why don’t we get food before it starts?” Alex suggests.
“I’ll come,” Kyra adds.
“I’m going to stay here. Kyra, you know what I like.” They head off in search of the food. I watch the ice. Everyone’s out for the pregame warm-ups. I recognize a few players, like Chara, Timmy, and Marchy. But there are some new faces, and some that I just haven't paid attention to. I reach down to my bag and pulls out my camera. I snap off a few shots before they head off the ice. They roll out the black carpet, setting up for the anthem, just as Kyra and Alex return with the food. She got me my favorite: French fries with ketchup and a water.
Rene Rancourt steps out onto the carpet and starts singing. As he’s singing, I get chills, whether it’s from his singing or my excitement, I can’t tell. He finishes and gives his signature fist pumps, then heads off.
The game is halfway through the 2nd period and I've taken SO many pictures. It’s so exciting. I love sports photography and getting to practice here is priceless to me. Of course, I'm also watching the game too. Right now, the score’s 3-1 in favor of the Bruins.
All of a sudden, I sees some action happening on the ice. It looks like Number 22 on the Bruins is fighting Number 49 on the other team. Number 49 had swiped at the puck after the whistle and 22 didn’t like that. I quickly snap off some shots. After a few more swings, 22 brings 49 down on the ice and the refs pull them apart. The crowd goes nuts as they head to their respective penalty boxes and the stick taps from the benches are just as loud.
It’s the end of the game, the Bruins wound up winning 4-2 and they couldn’t be happier. Things are starting to look up for the team. As we’re heading out, everyone’s happy with the win, though I suspect most of them will have massive headaches in the morning.
At the apartment
I'm sitting at my desk, reviewing the pictures I took at the game. Some of them came out great. I got a few of the goals, the fight, and some great hits. I upload them onto my computer and put them in the file marked Sports Pics. I have my own website too, so others can see my photography. After making a few adjustments to them, I upload them onto my website as well. After the game and all that excitement, I'm exhausted. I throw on my pajamas and head to bed.

Notes

It starts in January 2012, just because of how I want the timeline to progress. So it's kind of in the middle of the season.