A Hockey Fan Who Was Kicked Out For Starting A Fight With A Player Won The 50/50 From The Parking Lot

PuckDaddy- Graham Ritchie is a Fife Flyers season ticket holder of the Elite Ice Hockey League, which is made up of 10 teams in the United Kingdom.

Two weeks ago, Ritchie was ejected from a Jan. 21 game when he got into an altercation with Eric Neilson of the Manchester Storm that resulted in Ritchie pouring a beer down Neilson’s back and the player responding with punches.

Ritchie was heading to a local pub on his way out of Fife Ice Arena when he received a phone call asking him to come back. Did he leave something behind? Did someone from security or the team want to speak with him? Nope, not at all. Actually, it was something much more desirable.

You see, the call Ritchie received was telling him that he had won the game’s £500 (approx. $633 USD) raffle, which would improve anyone’s spirits after getting kicked out of a hockey game.

​“I was gutted at being thrown out but then got the news that I’d won the 50/50 halftime draw,” he told the Daily Record. “I went back to the stadium and told the security guys I’d won £500 – they couldn’t believe it after what had happened. I collected the money no bother so they couldn’t have been that worried about what had happened earlier.”



And there you have it folks. The equal but opposite truth of saying "bad things happen to good people". If all those bad things are happening to good people then the good things have to happen to somebody, and it turns out "somebody" is potentially a belligerently drunk 20-something who just doused a player in booze from the stands.

The frustrating part about this isn't even that Graham Ritchie doesn't deserve to be a little over $600 richer. The frustrating part is that there's no way he learned his lesson because he's a little over $600 richer. Everyone gets drunk and does some dumb shit from time to time, but that stupidity is supposed to be deterred by the soberingly shameful "goddamn it, I'm such a fucking idiot" moment of clarity. That long, lonely stumble to the nearest pub is right around the time when it would have set in, and that's when our beer waster was celebrating his "Graham Ritchie, come on down!" phone call. By the time he burns through that cash buying a round for the entire bar he'll barely even remember how much of a dick he was, and - judging by his far too punchable face - that's the type of injustice that will likely inspire him to continue being a dick throughout the foreseeable future.