So I don't have Mellon memories but I do have others that I'm going to share.
When I was younger (like 5 years old) my dad would lift me up like I was the Stanley cup. And every time they would show the cup he reminds me and I say, "yeah dad you already told me a thousand times before."
Also when I was younger I remember my dad and my brother would always be upstairs watching the games and I'd sneak up there and they would tell me to go away. LOL how nice of them. Guess it was men only. Me and my mom would listen to music while they were up there and it was one of my favorite memories as a child. I even wrote about that in my essay for College.
I remember when Mario retired and then came back and then retired again. :D
I remember when Sid got drafted and came to the pens. My dad would joke "Oh he's young, like your age, you should marry him." Well, I was like 15 years old then (3 year age difference), didn't have a huge interest in hockey and I didn't think he was my type. I was obviously a wrong little 15 year old then.
I remember when in 2006 my dad and everyone were planning on going to two games, one in January and one in March. I was invited to go to one game so I chose January but then somehow they didn't go and only got tickets to the game in March and somehow forgot to get me a ticket. -_- I was beyond pissed but my dad continued to promise to take me to a game and that clearly hasn't happened yet.
I remember when Sid got injured and was out for the All Star game and I was kinda bummed because I only kinda wanted to watch it for him to be quite honest. That's a random memory haha.
In 2008, my graduation year we went to the finals and my economics teacher asked everyone who would win and pretty much everyone said Detroit and so did my stupid teacher. I sat in my chair and kept to myself and was like "WHATEVER YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BE WRONG WHEN THE PENGUINS WIN" inside my head. Clearly, I was the one who was wrong. :( I hated that class. FUCK YOU MR. TRAIN.
Also, I remember they lost on my best friends birthday and that night when we lost my dad turned it off and then turned it back on because he was curious to see Detroit raise the cup. I couldn't watch. I was too upset and pissed off.
On memorial day, of the year 2009, I told my dad and everyone at my house that was there to "celebrate" memorial day that the Penguins would win the cup. And they were all covering their ears, not listening because they didn't want to hear me jinxing it but WHO WAS RIGHT? YEAH I WAS. So I remind my dad every now and then of that day.
Game 5: June 6th, 2009. My best friend was having a little party for her 19th birthday which was on June 4th but she decided to have a party on a Saturday. I couldn't go because 1. I had to babysit my sister and 2. I would rather watch the Penguins who lost 5-0 that night but I don't regret missing my friends little party which sucked anyways (she told me it did) Yeah, I would of rather watch my team get shutout 5-0 then go to my friends shitty b-day party. I AM SUCH A GOOD FRIEND.
Same night, my dad came home and told me to shut it off with only 2mins left. I didn't, I still had hope that we would score 5 magical goals and tie it up. See, this is me being overly optimistic. He said "We'll win Game 6 but we will lose in Detroit in Game 7." I kept telling him he was wrong. HE WAS WRONG. I had moved the Sidney Crosby figure over to the other side of the room because on the side I moved it to, had all the other memorabilia. I believe this helped us win game 6 and 7. I never told my dad this until after we won and he just gave me a hug. Honestly, this whole thing brought us closer together. As silly as it sounds.
Game 7: I was home alone with my sister because my parents had to work. My brother went over my uncles house because they were having a party for the game. :( We should of went haha but I was watching online with ahlinae we were talking on MSN. I had no one else but her and she's a Dallas Stars fan! I was absolutely going insane. All the keysmashes, OMGS, my heart beating so fast, when Sid got injured I went over to his little statue thing and prayed lmao omg I was even wearing his old jersey the one with the old logo on it. My dad told me it was cursed but fuck that I don't believe in that shit. He said he parked in a parking space that said 87 and he was like OMG THAT'S A SIGN. He was going nuts at work. They had a tv there so he could watch but I wish we were all together.
Sidenote: My best friend called me during the game and I got mad at her, telling her I couldn't hang out when she already knew that and she was disrupting me during the game. Yeah, I'm a horrible friends to people who don't like hockey.
Back to game 7. We won and I couldn't breathe. THAT NIGHT WAS THE BEST NIGHT EVER. I made the weirdest noise when the clock hit 0.0. I just jumped up and ran around my house all happy and I was shaking. My sister was watching in the other room and I just went after her and hugged her like a crazy person. I called my dad and was like WOOOOO I TOLD YOU SO!!!! And then I told him I was wearing the jersey and he said "Thank God you didn't tell me that earlier." Because of the "curse." LMAO
The weekend of the celebration, we were on cloud 9 in my house. That Saturday my dad was looking up when the parade was and if it was on Monday we were going to go. He called my uncle and told him about it. Then we found out it was on Monday and my dad was like "WE. ARE. GOING." Me and my sister jumped around and flipped out. We were so excited. I couldn't wait till Monday came. When it did, omg that day, I remember every single thing about it. The drive there, this old guy had his middle finger up to us and I was the only one who saw it. I was like "omggggg did you see that?" So my dad sped up to see if he would do it again but he didn't. I gave him the finger back but he didn't see me. It felt like forever getting there. We got there around 11:30. We parked and then walked towards where the parade was and everywhere we went there were pens fans, banners, everything about being there made me love my life. It was such a great atmosphere. We finally got to the area of the parade and we just relaxed for a while. Then we went to find a spot to stand and we started hearing screaming and then we knew it was starting. At first I was stuck behind this really tall guy and slowly I started inching my way up to this rock where I stood above everyone. I got pictures of pretty much everything and everyone. I was kinda starstruck when the players came through. I remember this one guy from the crowd was trying to get on one of the cars, I think it was the one with Jordan Staal in it and he was motioning him to come but the guard wouldn't and everyone was like "LET HIM GO, HE KNOWS HIM." The guy just gave up and shouted something like he would see him later. Billy Guerin was taking video of it all and we made contact with each other and I'm pretty sure he got my on camera. When Geno came through, the crowd went nuts and shouted MVP, MVP, MVP. And then Sid and Fleury with the cup, I was in awe. I tried taking like a million pictures of them.
Then the parade ended and everyone was walking towards the stage. So many people, and it was kinda hot out but I did not complain once. We got where we couldn't walk anymore. We watched the speeches on the HUGEEEE tv they had. And when that was over, I was so sad. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to see more. So we walked back and met up with this girl my uncle knew who goes to school in Pittsburgh. I don't know her that well. She was nice though. So we went sight seeing, we rode the Duquesne Incline up and down. I took so many pictures of the city. I literally fell in love. After that we went to eat at Fatheads. Delicious. Then we decided to go home. But not before we drove by Mario Lemieux's house. My dad had found the address online and put it in the tomtom. (stalker) and we saw his castle... I mean house. We saw this guy walking his dog and my dad asked him if it was his house and at first he didn't want to answer but he did. lmao awkward.
So then we left, and on the way home we just made jokes about what if Mario was home and saw us. If he came out and asked us inside his home and we saw Crosby there baking cookies in his penguins footsie pajamas. So many jokes, it was so much fun. I was sad we were leaving. It was the best day ever.