I love watching the “Jackets Say What?” snippets on the Columbus Blue Jackets official website. The Valentine Edition was funny. I’m telling you, Matt Calvert is a keeper. He picked his Mom as his all-time favorite Valentine. Matthieu Garon’s life is exactly like mine, married many years, family dinners instead of romantic getaways. (Well, OK, he’s an NHLer, he has a huge paycheck and a he’s a dude…but you know what I mean.)
Now that all this love business is over with, I’m still waiting on the fella from Rink Royalty to come out and dance…I thought he dropped his gloves, but I guess he just left the ice to go get a dog and a brew. People who live in castles tend to fear cannons. Can’t say I blame the lad. He knows where I live. The Jackets host the Kings tomorrow.
Memories…Valentine’s Day Canadian style:
I slipped a note to a new kid in school when I was 14. I asked him to the Sweetheart Swirl dance. He didn’t answer right away, and it filled me with self-doubt. Then, right before the last bell rang, he was at the end of a long hallway. I thought he was just acting stupid, but he yelled, “Just stay there” and he took his hockey stick and started hitting wadded up sheets of paper toward me. The crumpled papers were falling around, here and there and some of them hit me right upside the head. The bell rang, and as per High School, the halls filled with kids and that was that…he was lost in a sea of kids and I couldn’t see him or hear what he was saying.
I didn’t go to the dance, because I was broken hearted and humiliated. This new kid from Canada…this lovely visiting exchange student decided to shoot paper wads at me with a stick. Nice.
I got a call that night from (now they call them BFFs…ugh) my best friend who was screaming that “The Canadian” was at school and looking for me…and it was his last night in town, and he was going home to Canada, and he told me he’d be my date and even left his phone number for me to call him…what the hell was I thinking, blah blah…
I told my buddy what had happened…that this kid shot paper at me. She and her date found the trash can in the utility room and fished out some wadded up construction paper. One said, “YES!!!” and the other said, “I’ll be meet you at 7 tonight and I can’t wait”
One of many examples of how cupid has messed with me. I never saw this boy again.
Love Stinks. Hockey is Better.