Like, trying-to-write-anything-in-cursive-besides-your-signature weird.
It was almost surreal, standing on the concourse and watching a human river of orange and blue stream through the gleaming Barclays Center GEICO Atrium—or across the blue carpet at the Calvin Klein VIP Entry around the corner on the Atlantic Avenue side—knowing that Friday night was the first New York Islanders regular season home game not to be played in Uniondale, NY.
Which isn't to say the experience was irrevocably bad. Mostly just that it was different. (Not much of a #hottake, but hey: I only overreact to large sample-sizes.