Monday, September 8, 2008

My Morning Sweater...

About the only thing you can count on when stepping up to the bar at Cavanaugh's River Deck is that eventually, someone is going to get stabbed. Everything else is left up to chance. Like your co-workers deciding to attend the work related happy hour long after the beer and appetizer specials have expired, and you, who attended the thing on time... out of sheer boredom and in their absence, decide to scan the crowd for interesting characters. You have the lady with the eye patch over here, and the man with three legs over there, various spikey haircuts and clubbin' shirts, sluts and whores... your basic clientelle, and then you see him. He's six five and very fit. He's got blond hair and aside from the noticeable scar on his face (hockey related), he doesn't belong here. He's Jeff Carter... center for your favorite sports team, the Philadelphia Flyers. What do you do next? You click AFTER the JUMP...

I've never really approached anyone famous and asked them to take a picture with me. I was sheepish and caught Jeff in the middle of purchasing a beverage. "Can I... can I get a pic with you?" I said. "Sure, just let me get this drink," he replied. So I waited, only to have a man step between Jeff and I. He had brown spiked hair. I've seen this hair before in various interviews and pre-game skates. That hair belongs to Scottie Upshall... and he needs refreshment.

So I extend my hand when Jeff Carter finally faces me, and we shake over a compliment: "Congrats on your new contract." As he placed his other hand on my back (stop thinking gay thoughts readers), I thought, what I wouldn't give for a library backdrop to fall behind us. Or NO! A laser fight. Maybe a autumn countryside, with a fence post prop for us to lean upon. Anyway... clicky clicky, the picture turns out great and I make my way back down river to the bar.

From afar, I notice a third Flyer joins the fold. He has a baseball cap turned around backwards like, I don't know... its a switch... a power switch... that gives him strength when he spins it around. His long curly locks fell onto his broad shoulders. Oh forget this.. it was Riley Cote. So all told, Jeff Carter, Riley Cote, and Scottie Upshall were at the Riverdeck. When I sadly left them, to attend the My Morning Jacket concert nextdoor at the Festival Pier... I had the strange feeling that I'd seem them again. And I did! When they attended the concert as well in their own V.I.P. tent. All told there were five hockey players in attendance, including Phantoms goalie coach Neil Little (former Phantoms goalie) and newly acquired defensman Danny Syrvet (who we received from Edmonton for Ryan Potulny).

Note: no Flyers were stabbed in the making of this post.



1 comment:

GiggsOho said...

Here I am, on a brisk Saturday morning in our nation's capital, keeping up with my hometown sports blog, when I see more than one recognizable face staring back at me.

I think I am the only person in the world that was more blown away to see you staring back at me than Jeff Carter.