X marks the spot. At least in Hudson, as far as The X Games go. And at least on Thursday night

The X Games that are being played in Minneapolis have hit Hudson, too. As of Thursday, there wasn’t a motel room to be found here, and on Thursday late night the first of the overflow into the nightlife scene reared its head. There were almost a dozen young adults who looked like skater boyz at Dick’s Bar and Grill right before last call, and a couple of them — male and female — got a little rowdy. And then there was that older guy who is a regular who was sporting a bandana and spiky hair, just to fit in.
But the word is that such overflow might hit big time on, say, Saturday night — after basically all the action is done and all that’s left is the Sunday closing ceremonies. Those are times when some of the big name competitors just may escape to Wisconsin, being the next state over the border, where they can do their partying with their hair let down, being somewhat incognito. Hudson has a history of such go partying-under-the-radar, which sometimes carries forward to after-bar celebrations, from rock stars to prominent athletes, and this played out most recently during the Frozen Four national hockey tournament at The X, (that being a different X then the X Games). The Minnesota Gopher women’s hockey team showed up en masse at Dick’s, and participated in numerous body shots with the bartender. That from one of the bouncers on duty.
On Friday night it was mostly tame at Dick’s, as far as X Games involvement, with the most noteworthy item being a guy dressed up in what looked like a white jump suit dancing all by himself. Word has it there was at least some representation at other places in town, such as the Smilin’ Moose.

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