Not only did the Canucks snap a 9 game losing streak, but the $6m man Loui Eriksson scored his first of the year.
And there is also some form of contest happening. Winner gets a white house.
(Here's a Jasper Johns piece from MoMA today that seems fitting right now)
I was leaving a coffee shop near Madison avenue yesterday afternoon, and after telling the staff member where I was from and why I was here she said very bluntly "you are about to see America at it's... weirdest". I thought that was a rather appropriate way of putting it.
Because weird isn't necessarily bad, but it's also not necessarily good.
Considering she said this with a laugh and a smile provided me with some comfort knowing that her spirits were up. Not that I was ever worried. New Yorkers are salt-of-the-earth kind of people.
The seats I snagged for tonights Canucks game were up in the media section of the Chase skybridge, the same vantage point that the play by play see. The neat part about these seats is that there is a glass table with a TV facing upwards to allow you to watch the televised feed if you so choose, or in my case, the election coverage on MSNBC.
(see the TV ^)
All throughout the night, as the "Race to 270" swung back and forth on my mini screen, the crowd was seemingly unaware of what was transpiring. The game was on, that's all that mattered. It's almost as if this is just one of the many events happening in a typical New York week: the marathon on Sunday, Rangers game, Election, UFC fight, Knicks game, etc.
The scene in Times Square was not unlike any other night in Times Square: full of people, lots of police presence, little hispanic people dressed as Disney characters. I was a little surprised I only saw one person - one - with any visible signage/propaganda supporting one of the two parties (and even he was being fairly coy about it).
Earlier in the afternoon as I was walking back from the Hells Kitchen district, I pass by the loading bay/parkade of the Midtown Hilton with a cavalcade of black sedans and SUV's, and members of the Secret Service with machine guns in hand. There is activity, albeit controlled. Cop cars were all up and down the street, waiting. Did I feel any safer at that particular moment? Strangely, no. Did I care to stick around and see who was coming or going? Fuck no.
Later on as I'm waiting in between periods at the game I read this tweet:
Please note the hotel name. You can piece that puzzle together.
As I'm penning this second to last New York City blog, it's Clinton's 131 to Trump's 168. How will America, specifically New York, react to what transpires? How will WE react, and more importantly, WHY.
I spoke with my friend Kirk Lapointe on his Election special on Roundhouse Radio this evening, acting as a pseudo ground zero correspondent.
If there's one thing I've learned with my various interactions so far is that this sort of stuff doesn't seem to phase New Yorkers, this is business as usual. If they can dust off the rubble and pick themselves back up from the horrific events of 9/11, they can deal with anything that comes their way.