Tuesday, June 19, 2012
If you know anything about Vancouverites, it's that we love our hockey. From the slightly disinterested to the band-wagoners to the full fledged adrenaline pumped Canuck loonies, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone here who doesn't have at least some sort of passing interest in the hard-hitting, fast paced, team orientated sport.
I may not be a falling on my face, die-hard, hockey junkie, but I do love my boys in blue and green.
So I had a work meeting about three weeks ago - on my birthday, lucky me - and after it was finished I sat in the parking lot of Safeway making calls and trying to organize some things. Then suddenly I saw my good buddy Mike whom I hadn't seen in ages walking out of the store.
I whipped out my phone and called him up yelping at him to stay put because I was comin' in for a hug. And as I walked towards him he say's to me "... and you wouldn't believe who is sitting in the Mercedes parked beside me. I think it's one of the Sedin's."
(Don't know the Canucks? Suffice it to say, the Sedin's rock the casbah.)
Oh ya, by the way... This little Canuck Monkey just happened to be sporting her teams t-shirt that day. Love when coincidences collide.
I have to admit I was a little distracted during my convo with my friend - sorry, Mike! - because my eyes were constantly straying to the black SUV, trying to peer in past the reflections on the wind shield to see if one of the best players on our team actually was just chillin out in the parking lot of a grocery store.
After we finished up our conversation I gave my friend a good squeeze and wandered back to my car, still a little unsure.
As I sat there in my vehicle about to tweet that 'I THINK one of the Sedin's is in the parking lot with me,' I realized what a shy goof I was being and entirely ignoring on of my life's philosophies;
You live once, so do it.
Sooooo I found the only pen I could find in my car, sheepishly slinked back up to the Mercedes and knocked lightly on the window.
The handsome man inside smiled and opened up the door. He kneeewwwwww it was coming. C'mon.. Girl stands in front of his car for five minutes in a 'Nucks tee and DOESN'T show up with a pen? I would have had to have been a complete nutter butter not to have.
And sure enough, it was definitely a tall red-headed hockey pro.
I giggled nervously and said "Hiii.. I um.. HAVE to ask.. I mean.. I'm wearing the t-shirt!"
He laughed and said in his light Swedish accent that it was no problem at all.
I turned around and he tried to sign the back of my shirt. Note to you all, ball point pens SUCK on t-shirts.
I asked him if it was working and he apologized and said, "No, not at all."
So I said, "Oh.. I guess you have to sign my chest."
"Ookay!" he say's.
Okay, Maybe I'm adding the emphasis out of bias, I don't know :p But he certainly didn't decline.
Annnnd there you have it. I got me #33, the captain of our team, Mr Henrik Sedin's john hancock scrolled across the only writable surface of my t-shirt. (Which just happened to be covering one of the softer sides of the female form. How unfortunate.)
Happy Birthday to me!!!