I was at the last one at America West Arena and at the first one at Gila River Arena. I remember they had some sort of Cirque de Soleil-type acrobats doing tricks while suspended from the ceiling, which I thought was kind of weird. The Stanley Cup was in the building on the lower level and I have a great picture of my son and I next to it. He's only six months old and he's staring at it like it's the greatest thing he's ever seen. (If you've seen it in person, you know it is exactly that.)
We've been to too many games to count over the years. Every Wings game for the past 18 years and countless games in between. When my son was 5, he wrote a sign saying "May I please have your stick?" in Swedish because the Wings had like 7 Swedes at the time. None of them gave up their stick, but Brett Lebda--the only American kid on the team--stopped at the tunnel after warm-ups, looked at the sign, looked at me and said, "What does he want, a stick?" I shrugged and said, "Yeah." Lebda handed his over. It's a core memory for my kiddo.
The last game we went to was the other night against the Kraken. We're going tonight and to six more of the last 8. The final game against Nashville will be our last game there. I don't think I'll go so far as to get emotional, but yesterday my boy said to me, "Can we just sit in the arena after the last game until they kick us out? Let's just sit there as long as we can." He's grown up in that arena. The new place in Tempe is a really short walk from his Barrett dorm, so he's excited about that, but I know he's going to miss the barn in Glendale.