Never played hockey so no moments with me. I'll share a story my dad loves to tell about him and his friend catching a Jets game.
I don't really hear it at the new arena (or never noticed), but at the old one the kids carrying the popcorn would always yell "popcorn heeerrreee!" as they walked up and down the stairs. Anyway one time the kid completely wiped out dumping all his popcorn and my dad's friend yelled "Popcorn heeereee" at the poor kid. Must have been pretty embaressing for him.
That very well could have been me. By the way, the ******** (serious ********) running concessions for Winnipeg Enterprises would have made the kid pay retail price for all of that popcorn, even though they wouldn't have minded sweeping it off the floor and selling it again. On a really good night, we made $30 each. Most times were more like $15. It would have taken at least 2 game nights to pay it. So the kid being embarrassed was probably the least of his troubles. Your buddy's dad sounds like a real winner.
Dunno if that actually was me, but I was and continue to be a giant oaf, so there's that embarrassing memory.
Almost all of my embarrassing hockey moments were in Minor Peewee. I forgot my cup one day for a game in River Heights. It's the only time I ever needed one, too. Who knew 13 year olds had slapshots like that?
Another time we were being beaten pretty badly at a tournament in Grand Forks. We were an a2/3 team playing against a1's because our CC's a1 team bowed out. In the 3rd we were only down 4-2 which was pretty respectable considering the different skill levels. One guy kept chirping about stupid Canadians and I caught him not looking right in front of his bench. I was then and am still HUGE, so I thought maybe I'd put him back on his bench, but I tripped just as I was laying into him, and ended up drilling him in the nose with my elbow. So, I got tossed, they scored on the PP and final score was 7-2.
On my 13th birthday, a family friend used his connections with the Jets to get me into the arena for a closed practice. I remember watching Alexei Zhamnov staying out on the ice afterward doing solo drills. His commitment amazed me and he because my favourite player after that. After a few minutes of watching that, I got to go down to the dressing room and meet my old favourite player, Keith Tkachuk. He came out and handed me a game-used stick (I actually have a 93-94 upper deck card where he's using the exact same stick!) which he autographed and spelled my name wrong. "Happy birthday, Jaret," he said. "Thanks, happy birthday," I replied. So smooth.
Actually the best part of that day was Igor Ulanov. Tkachuk only stayed a minute after I weirded him out, but Ulanov came out and said "Holy *****, you are big kid. You are defenseman?" "No, left wing." "Why you wanna play winger, you should be defenseman like me." "I can't skate backwards." "Sean Cronin can't skate backwards, he is NHL player." "Sean Cronin can't skate forward either." "So you see, you be defenseman, play in NHL someday."
Igor got it wrong, but he was still the coolest NHLer I ever got to meet.