We were sitting right below him, and we tried to start a who-are-ya chant after the second goal (when he was hanging out the window), but trying to get 224 chanting is like pushing on a rope.
He was doing a wander around the western concourse during the break. Talked to us while waiting for the elevator going back up to his suite.
The guy's a prince. Very friendly and genuine. We told him the chant we really wanted to do was to sing "You're No Bob Barker" over and over. His comeback? "Tell me something I don't know."
When the Freddy Ljungberg's of the world decide who they want to work for, no wonder they choose Seattle. I am jealous of Seattle in every way today.