Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Once a season

Once a season I have to pull out this memory:

That's me, thirty-some years ago, with my all-time hockey hero, Yvon Labre.

I pull it out now because Yvon happened to be sitting a couple of rows behind me at the game tonight. I'm considerably more shy now that I was when I was seven, but when I passed him after the second period I did say "Hello, Mr. Labre."

He was very nice, as always, but I didn't stick around to bug him. I'm sure he doesn't remember me. (I've met him several times with my dad, and I think he might recognize me in that context. The drawback to that context is that my dad, every ten years or so, brings up the picture, and then we all get to feel old.)

Posted by Nic at November 17, 2006 11:16 PM | TrackBack