Today started out like any other day. Wake up in a drunken stupor, surrounded by what must be a million cigarette butts and what Im fairly sure at this point must be roadkill. You know, just the typical morning for a pseudo-blogger/uni student like me. I had heard yesterday that Burrows was going to be signing autographs at the Best Buy across the street from Metrotown. I didn't think I was going to be able to go, because I had already made plans to go to Bowen Island with my girlfriend's family for thanksgiving. Little did I know, the day would go much differently.
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Apparently, my girlfriend had a lot of studying to do and wasn't going to be able to make it to the island. I was free! I could do whatever I wanted. Climb a mountain! Make a quilt! Hunt and eat a Sasquatch! The possibilities were endless!
Instead of all those wonderful and physically demanding things, I decided to go to Best Buy Metrotown to wait in sweltering heat while wearing 3 layers because it was fucking cold outside to get Burrows' autograph.
So, I rushed out of the house after a quick pancake dinner served to me by my manservant Alfred, jumped into the Batmobile, and got into the traffic on the way to Metrotown. I finally got there anticipating a huge line. There was barely the beginning of a line. Weird enough..... I was number 33 in line.
Hank and I are going to share the captaincy/Art Ross/Hart trophies. I get them on the second and last week of the month.
So I waited. And waited. For 3 hours. They did a draw for box seats. Everyone around me let out a collective groan when we didn't win. And we continued to wait. I listened to my iPod. Read Sportsnet on my phone. Stared at the busy Kingsway street. Waited some more. 3 hours later...... it was almost time. I was given a picture to get signed and they gave me a puck too.
Nice picture eh?
Nice puck eh?
And the line had grown in the three hours I had been stagnating. Grown quite a bit. It extended so much that it was out the door and onto the walkway that leads to the store. God help those people...
And FINALLY, I got to meet him. It was glorious. Meeting your favourite player is a strange experience. You're really nervous, but you want to play it cool. Kinda like asking out the prettiest girl in school. Either way, it goes by in a flash and you just end up mumbling incoherently. I spoke to him in French. He was surprised that I spoke French, and we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I told him I hope he got better soon and told him my name. He signed a picture for me, and then I asked him to sign a picture for my girlfriend. He did. Then I got a picture with him. The Best Buy folks (people who organized it) were already behind schedule, so they were trying to move as fast as they could. They rushed me out of there as quickly as possible.
I was a sweaty motherfucker at this point.
And then it was over. I walked away from the autograph booth. The people at the door asked me how it was. I told them: "It made my life".
So that was my epic "Meet Burrows" day. A day I'll never forget.