Well, the Oilers flushed the San Jose Sharks last night 2-0. We even got a shutout to make it extra painful. And of course with a big win like that (and it is a HUGE win; a huge boost for the city) the Oilers fans were out in force down on Whyte Avenue. Many were dressed in their game day finest:
Once again, you couldn’t wipe the smiles from people’s faces.
Some took to higher ground to take in the action, or watch the party, or be the party .
Of course, what would a hockey celebration be without cute girls taking photos while standing on newspaper boxes?
Or waving flags on their boyfriend’s shoulders?
As you’d expect, things got ugly pretty quick. It didn’t take long before the whole street party felt unsafe and menacing. There must have been 10,000 people on the street. The crowd warmed up by burning an effigy of a Shark:
Some shit was lit on fire while shooting up fireworks, which was incredibly dangerous. I saw one set of fireworks explode in the crowd, mostly underneath a crowd surfing female. She must’ve been hurt badly. There was a guy being passed around in a shopping cart who was dumped by the crowd. He came to the ground pretty hard. Much unhinged mayhem ensued.
I saw a couple douchebags get their asses thrown in the brig for mouthing off the cops. The cops were very busy, and I give them credit for doing as good a job as they could.
I left the scene before things really got out of control. I snapped one last photo before leaving. Not a distinct image, but beautiful colors.
StreetRag ::: An Urban Notebook
StreetRag is an urban weblog and podcast about the city of Edmonton, which is located in the province of Alberta, Canada. It is authored by Edmonton-based writer, web advocate, and poet Michael Gravel and is updated frequently with written urban vignettes, amateurish photographs, deuteronomous audio material, barely coherent musings and rambling ecumenical treatises. StreetRag is a love letter to a lonely prairie burg struggling with its big city ambitions and small-town feel.
The city is Edmonton. It's a subject, not a passion. E-Town is almost universally derided by outsiders as an unlivable tundra wasteland populated by oil-hungry redneck conservatives who despise the arts. All of that is true. But it's not the whole story. There is beauty here. Dusty snowfalls. Brilliant summers. A stunning river valley. A diverse arts community that flourishes. It's a place that inspires a gray relationship - not all good, not all shitty. For that reason alone it is lovable, for what is life but a grayscale?