Monthly Archives: April 2016

BB&T Center

Game One Stanley Cup Playoffs:
Miami, Florida

BB&T
Walking up to BB&T

This comes under the heading of: Since I was in the neighborhood…

The Florida Panthers are hosting the New York Islanders in round one of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and I found out that tickets were fairly affordable by NHL standards.

BB&T Center
Main entrance into BB&T. The green alien discs glow at night

As this will probably be my last hockey game of the season, I was looking forward to it.

The view from inside
The view from inside B&T

BB&T is a very nice arena. I was impressed. If Miami put in for the Frozen Four some year, I would certainly think they’d get the event from what I’ve seen. This is not quite the hockey town that Tampa has become, but it has come a long way.

Center Ice
Center ice before warm ups

I received a free t-shirt at the game, and the Panthers have become my adopted team this year. Nick Bjugstad is a former Golden Gopher, and I’ve followed his career since he left Minnesota. Jaromir Jagr was playing in his 204th playoff game! That is insane.

Panthers warm up
The Panthers during warmups

The Panthers put on pressure all game, ending up with 46 shots on goal. They got things started with a goal by Teddy Purcell, but by the end of period one it was tied 2-2.
The aisles were jammed packed when Panthers Reilly Smith scored to take the lead, but once again NY sent it to intermission tied.
NY scored twice in the third, and Smith scored his second goal, but it was not enough for Florida as the NYI went on to a 5-4 win. Game two is tomorrow night.

John Tavares had a goal and an assist for NYI for the #1 Star of the game. Reilly Smith was the second star. Bjugstad had an assist for Florida.

Hopefully, the series will be tied up when it heads north to Brooklyn.


The Crow Caws at Noon

Flamingo Crow
Visitor center resident crow

The wildlife here is thick, but sometimes you have to look a bit. We had vultures in the Everglades, but I’ve gotten used to them. The rangers tell of them taking a fancy to any rubber on cars in parking lots and trail heads. You knew which visitors listened, when you found their car wrapped up in blue tarps and bungee cords. I awoke one morning to the sound of large wings. Poking my head out of the tent, I could see one vulture on a fire ring and two on my car. One shout of “Shoo!” was enough for the two on my car, the one on the fire ring seemed to know I was not talking to him.

I think there is a gang of crows that have been following me around. It started at the visitor center, when one seemed to take exception to my walking under its light post, and it has gone downhill from there.
On the walk out to West Lake, I stopped to take a video of three croaking crows. Sadly, it was blurry so it won’t be seen again. Upon turning my back, and placing the camera in my pocket, I felt a menacing darkness to the force. Turning around, one of those blurry crows was flying straight at my head. I’m glad it was a crow fight and not a bombing run, because he had a perfect target with my bent over back. A second crow also flew straight at me, but his heart was not in it since the game was up and the target aware.

Breeding fowl
Breeding fowl

There are egrets all around the campground, and breeding herens of some sort at a lake that was off limits. To make sure it was off limits, the park rangers hired a fighter squadron of horse flies to stave off intruders. They were passionate in their work.

Florida Panther

I have yet to see a Florida Panther, but I was on the trail of a bronze one. My alligator sightings also remain at zero.


Less butterflies; More dragonflies

Mangrove forest
Thick, mangrove forest

I hiked several of the trails around Flamingo. They offered mangrove forests, coastal plaines, rivers of grass, hammocks, and wildlife galore.

Christian Point Trail was one that I tackled. 1.8 miles one way, and it was not being maintained. There were no cars at the trail head, which sealed the deal.

Bring DEET. Lots and lots of DEET.

I had not brought along my REI Jungle Juice, but if I didn’t wash my hands after applying the stuff I bought, my steering wheel would deteriorate, so I figured it was acceptable. And it did work… at first.

At the start, the trail goes through some very thick vegetation, and it was in the low 80’s. I have no idea what the humidity was, mainly because I had no interest in knowing. As I perspired, the DEET was diluted, and the horde of blood suckers were on me. I briefly thought of stopping, getting the bug dope out of my pack and reapplying, but just a short pause was enough to deter such thoughts. I quickened my pace, and hoped that the coastal plain was near.
*A side note: this was the last time the bug dope was not in one of my pockets.

Coastal plain
The country opens up

There were butterflies everywhere, and occasionally I would spot a dragonfly. Probably 10 to 1. Butterflies are all right to look at, but dragonflies are beautiful… especially when one is hunting down a mosquito. I am so attached to dragonflies, that I feel awful when I hit one with my truck in Alaska. With every windshield fatality, I figure 10,000 mosquitos just flew free.

I could see the vegetation lessen and feel the air heat up even more. Suddenly, I broke the barrier and ran for the sunlight. The horde would not follow, but it could afford to wait patiently.

Coastal Plain hike

I enjoyed hiking the coastal plain, in spite of the heat. The lack of mosquitos allowed me to slow down and enjoy the unusual country I was hiking through. Little geckos or small lizards were everywhere. The vegetation was surprisingly thick and green, but the vast majority of it did not come up to my knees.

The Prize
The Prize at the end of the trail: Florida Bay

The vegetation suddenly thickened, but there were no mosquitos. The trail ended at a small opening, looking out at Florida Bay. There was no beach, just some soggy earth, then the ocean. There was a bench with a resident gecko. He allowed me to join him, and I ate some lunch, drank a quart of water and stalled. I had suffered for this view, and I was going to take it in. What a relaxing spot.

Very dry plain

Heading back, I crossed a desolate patch of earth that at one time must have been a water hole. I spotted a hermit crab in the thick brush, then I thought I saw a land crab move from under a chunk of log.

Crab corpse

Then I spotted the corpses. I don’t know how I missed them the first time, although I was taking a slightly different track across the dried up earth. The ground was littered with the corpses of crabs. I assume that they came out en masse when this was still standing water after the rains. Then they were found: gulls, crows, vultures? I don’t know. Maybe all of those and others. But it was a feast.

Crab feast


The Everglades

Flamingo, FL
The view from the southern tip of Florida’s mainland

It was an adventure in itself just getting to Everglades National Park. First there was road construction: 50 feet of shoulder smoothing caused a 25 mile long parking lot on I-75. I did not want to drive the I-75 “Alligator Alley” section, which is a toll road, and decided on two lane U.S. Hwy 41. That ended up being shut down due to an accident, and I had to back track to Hwy 29 and take that north to the toll road anyway. Nasty traffic on Florida 997 sealed the deal, and I was over three hours delayed, and arrived when the park offices were shut down.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I gambled on getting into Everglades anyway, even though I knew one camp ground was closed and the main park road engulfed in smoke due to a wildfire.
Long Pine Key campground was closed, with the fire still smoldering all around it, and the park road was blockaded by a ranger saying the park was closed. I was not happy by the news, and argued, sweet talked, pleaded my way into the park. After all, I had called ahead to make sure the road was open. The ranger, very kindly, agreed to let me go to Flamingo, if I followed the escort car and agreed not to come back to the blockade for two days.
The fire was contained, but there was smoke and some smoldering going on, which considering what Interior Alaska’s summer was like last year, this was like driving past a large campfire. The escort left me within three miles, and I drove the remaining 35 miles without company or incident.

Flamingo Marina
Flamingo Marina near the visitor center

I bought a bag of ice at the marina and went to find a camp site, as darkness was near. I had heard about the voracious mosquitos at Flamingo, and I was not disappointed. The horde rivaled anything I’ve experienced in Alaska, with one exception. I set up the tent, grabbed a quick sandwich and jumped inside the tent. Then I spent the next hour hunting down and killing the mosquitos that made it into the tent.

Flamingo campground
Flamingo campground

Flamingo has a couple of camping areas. Since I came in late, and the mosquito horde was already on its evening raiding party, I did little exploring and simply grabbed a site as far away from others as I could. There were very few other campers, and elbow room was ample. Solar powered showers were a nice treat after a day of hiking & bathing in DEET. They were also very hot! yes! at the end of the day.

Flamingo Beach
The beach along the tent only area

There was another loop that was for tents only, and that had a better view of the water, and hopefully a stronger breeze, but I am not so sure. One is not allowed to drive on the grass in the tent only section, so gear must be carried. Although, I didn’t see anyone following that rule. I assume that in prime season, and without a wildfire, the park rangers may have put a stop to those driving across the yard to get to a site.

Everglades is a beautiful and unique park, but come prepared. Mosquitos were minimal during the day, as long as one stayed in the open areas with some sun and a nice breeze.


Revs Institute: The Collier Collection

Naples, Florida

The Frozen Foursome swung by Naples to explore a private car collection at the Revs Institute. To say the collection is vast and impressive would be an understatement.
Upon entering the “museum”, we were told that the Porsche part of the collection alone, “rivaled Stuttgart”.

'53 Porsche
1953 Porsche 550 Coupe: Flat four, air cooled, pushrod engine. Won its Class in Carrera Panamericana IV

1961 Porsche RS-61L Spyder
1961 Porsche RS-61L Spyder: Flat eight, air cooled, twin overhead cam, 210 HP @8200 rpm.

1967 Porsche 911R
1967 Porsche 911R: Flat six air cooled, rear mounted, single OH cam, 210 HP @ 8000 rpm. The most successful 911R ever built with wins that include the 1969 Tour de France and the Tour of Corsica.

1935 Duesenberg SSJ
1935 Duesenberg SSJ: Straight eight, twin OH cams, 500 HP @ 5000 rpm. This car belonged to Gary Cooper.

1928 Stutz Black Hawk
1928 Stutz Black Hawk: Straight eight, single OH cam, 115 HP @ 3600 rpm. This car, driven by Dud C. Wilson, raced at Watkins Glen in 1948. Twenty years after it was built.

Stutz Black Hawk engine
298 cubic inch Black Hawk engine

1935 MG Type PA/PB
“Leonidis”;1935 MG Type PA/PB: 4 cylinder inline engine, single OH cam, Marshall Roots-type supercharger. A regular on the ARCA circuit with driver Miles Collier. Collier became the first driver in a decade to race at LeMans with “Leonidis” in 1939.

Leonidis
Leonidis

1950 Cadillac
1950 Cadillac Series 61: Eight cylinder, 331 cubic inches, 160 HP @ 3800 rpm. Dubbed “Petit Pataud” by the French, Miles and Sam Collier entered this ’50 Cadillac in the 1950 LeMans. This Cadillac Coupe finished 10th out of 60 racers, averaging 81.5mph for the 24 hours.

1963 Corvette
1963 Chevrolet Corvette Grand Sport: 377 cu in V8. What’s in that damn, dinosaur? It went by me like I was stopped!”—AJ Foyt at Sebring on the Corvette.
In 1963 at Nassau Speed Week, these Corvettes were finally able to run head to head against the famed Cobras, finally getting out from under the GM ban on racing. With drivers: Roger Penske, Jim Hall, Dick Thompson, John Cannon, and Augie Pabst, the Corvettes simply demolished their Cobra rivals.

1967 Gurney Eagle
1967 All American Racers; Gurney Eagle F-1 race car: 12 cylinder, 60 degree vee engine, 183 cubic inches. Dan Gurney won the Belgian Grand Prix with this car in 1967. Gurney was only the second American to drive an American car to a Grand Prix victory.

1930 Duesenberg Sprint Car
1930 Duesenberg Sprint Car:eight cylinder in-line engine, twin OH cams, Centrifugal supercharger with intercooler manifold, 168.7 cubic inches, 200 + HP.

This is just a small example of the types and quality of the cars on display. If ever in Naples, it is well worth the time to visit.

All car stats provided by the fine folks at the Revs Institute.


Suspended By CCC

CCC suspension bridge circa 1936


The Museum of Vanning

Museum of Vanning

On the off day, The Frozen Foursome visited the Museum of Vanning in Hudson, FL. In all honesty, I had no idea such a place existed, but the museum dedicated to the van life style is currently moving into new digs.

Mini Van Collection
Mini Van Collection

The museum is the result of decades of collecting van related items. We stopped by so that The Curator could relay some words of wisdom regarding the world of museums, and the rest of us gave advice based on our own life skills. I have no idea if anything we said was of use to the museum staff, but I do wish them luck. They are obviously passionate in what they are doing, which should be commended.

Bricks for Vans

If you have fond memories of your time in a shag carpet lined Econoline, or just like vans in general, their website is http://www.vanning.com
One can also sponsor a brick, which can have your name, logo, or favorite van likeness embossed on it. Any bricks purchased are tax deductible, and will go to supporting this unique museum.

Personally, I’m more of an Overlander, but I’m sure the van community is its own unique cult which has its own supporters. If you are a member, give their site a look.


Skipper’s Smokehouse

Skipper's

Friday night we went back to an old favorite: Skipper’s Smokehouse. We were here the last time the Frozen Four was in Tampa. The food here is phenomenal and the live music often has a blues feel. The food this time was just as good as we remembered; the grouper rueben is worth the drive up from Tampa Bay.

Skipper's
Abandoned Royalty at Skipper’s

After dinner, we ventured outside to listen to some live music. A “Music Box Event” was being held at the saloon. From what I can tell, “Music Box” gives young, up and coming musicians a place to show off their talents to a large, live audience.

Abandoned Royalty
Jack Samter & Dan Smith of Abandoned Royalty

The bands at Skipper’s were Abandoned Royalty, Surviving the Mile, INKBLOT, A Long Way From Kansas, and Extra Celestial.

A Long Way From Kansas
A Long Way From Kansas at Skipper’s

Congrats to all of the bands on rocking the house.


NCAA: $ vs. Wisdom

Amalie Arena between semis
Outside Amalie Arena between the two semifinal games.

In between what was two very good semifinal games at the Frozen Four this year, was a situation of NCAA manufactured chaos. At the end of game one, it was announced that every fan inside the arena would have to leave, stand around for 30 mins or so, and then reenter. It was met with an attitude that suggested this was the dumbest thing any of us had ever heard.

Out on the balcony, the Frozen Foursome ran into an arena employee, who made it clear that the arena personnel had argued against the insanity, but the NCAA had insisted. In fact, the employee was taking pictures to send to the NCAA asking, “Is this what you wanted?”
None of us could figure out what kind of mushroom the college officials had been eating.

Crowds waiting to reenter Amalie
“NCAA: Is this what you wanted?”

It turns out that the NCAA didn’t have any answers, so they placed the blame on fans who attend the tournament every year:

“We get feedback from this group of fans quite a bit,” said Kristin Fasbender, associate director of championships for the NCAA. “That’s part of the reason we did what we did last night by emptying the building. We’ve heard from our fans over the years a lot that they don’t like being stuck in the building in essence for six hours.”

When I first started to attend the Frozen Four, there was enough time between the two Thursday games, to leave the arena and find a nice local place to have a meal before the second game began. But ESPN didn’t like the delay, and the NCAA likes to keep their financial backers happy, so they changed the setup so that there was one hour between the two games. Not enough time to go out and get a beer, let alone a meal, so fans have been stuck paying the outrageous prices for crappy food inside of the rink.

Let’s be honest Ms. Fasbender, and get down to the nitty-gritty. Up until this year, four sections in the corners have been for the students and fans of the four teams competing in the tournament. But that is such a waste, after all, this tourney is not for the fans or the students. So some pencil pushing, cubicle dwelling NCAA official, came up with the bright idea that they could get by using only two sections for those fans, therefore selling tickets to the other two sections for more money. Since the NCAA has not reached the point of putting two people in one seat yet, they had to force everyone outside and reseat those in the two student sections.

As stupid as this whole incident was, other than some grumbling and mocking of the NCAA, I would have let it go, but I took exception to Ms. Fasbender placing the blame for this on 20 year priority customers. I, for one, would love to go back to the time when we started Game One in the early afternoon and we had several hours between games, but television rights will never allow us to go back to that. With the second game puck drop scheduled for 8:30pm, which was late enough, it’s inconceivable that anyone thought they could empty 18,000+ people out of an arena and get everyone back in and seated in an hour. There was no time to do anything but stand outside and wait to reenter. With 18,000+ people headed outside, did the NCAA really think a couple of food trucks and a few soda stands would be enough to take care of everyone?

After talking to members of the Amalie Arena staff, and even a couple of Tampa Bay police officers, I am confident that they could handle letting those fans who want to go outside to do so, and then reenter in what would have been an orderly fashion, if your intent was to let fans go outside.
But that wasn’t really your intent, was it?
When you hire experts to host your events, maybe the NCAA could put a little trust in their ability to do their jobs, and listen to the advice they offer.

And NCAA, next time don’t blame your most loyal customers when you screw up.


Watch Tower

Black vultures