I remember where I was when the Calgary Flames drafted Mark Jankowski: sitting somewhere in one of the 200 sections at the Consol Energy Center.
It was the second year a group of friends and I decided to meet up at the draft. We knew each other from an online hockey board; we'd congregate every year to watch the fates of 18-year-olds get decided. It was generally a good time, Pittsburgh no exception.
There was a Columbus fan in our group, so she got first dibs on being excited for a new prospect; a trio of Caps fans were after, and then a Sabres fan.