Karmic justice from the Hockey Gods

Last Saturday night, many members of the match night crew were down at the O2 Arena in London, watching the LA Kings versus Anaheim Ducks. With the lighting failure that we'd experienced the previous week at the start of the Phoenix v Panthers games, we were keen to see how the NHL handled their game night entertainment, and we were pleased to see that the NHL do the same thing that we do. They popped their lights too.

So, during the resultant darkness, Mr Landers, Tracey and myself (via the wonderful technology of the mobile telephoning device) had a collective smirk at the notion that it's not just us little fish who get problems like lights that won't turn on. It has to be said that the NHL guys covered well, and on the TV broadcast you can't tell there's a problem until the presenter mentions it, they're padding so effectively.

Last night we're crewing our first game back after the 'NHL break'. Phoenix at home to the Stingrays. All is going well, until the Hockey Gods decide to punish our weekend smirks by pulling the breakers and killing the power to the entire rink, less than two minutes before the end of the first period. Not just the lights, the entire lot. No cameras, no plasmas, no communications, nothing. For the best part of an hour.

Damn you Hockey Gods, damn you!