Here’s how it’s all going to go down.
Confirm final arrangements for various bikers and professional hitmen to house sit my house while I’m in Vancouver for the Habs game. (And yes, the house will be fully occupied).
Pack up my computer and 1950’s team jacket that I’ll wear at the game if it’s not raining, and Luci and I will hop on the first ferry (where I work), and sail across the bright, blue sea. For 50 minutes.
After that there will be more driving, more ferry-hopping (at Langdale), and eventually, it’ll be Vancouver, home of Stanley Park, named for Lord Stanley of Preston, otherwise known as the guy who donated the Stanley Cup). But we won’t stop at this park. There’s no beer there.
It’ll be a hotel near Rogers Centre, park the car, and go to the Shark Club, where, when the Habs are in town, there are as many people wearing Habs jerseys as anywhere in the world. I’m always in awe when I see this. Before the game it’s packed, and after the game you’re lucky to get in.
Full of Habs fans. Can you imagine how people who hate the Habs must hate even the thought of this? Imagine a couple of unaware Bruins fans strolling into this sea of bleu, blanc, et rouge?
I’m going to pay special attention to a couple of things. I need to see how fast the equipment guy gets a new stick to a player on the fly. It’s information I can use when I present my big application to become stick boy. I also need to figure out how to fix the power play and improve Tomas Plekanec’s breakaway goals percentage.
I really don’t even have tickets yet. It’s arranged, but I have to wrap this up down there. It would be a drag if the tickets fell through. But it won’t. And even if it did, we could still watch it at the Shark Club.