Yeah, I went. I felt like a dork, but I went anyways.
There isn’t exactly a ‘story’ to be told from the day (well, except for one that I was forced to swear not to write on this site), but there are some random observations worth passing along for enlightenment, enjoyment and the mere killing of time.
First I will start with you, the fans. Well, not all of you. I liked most of the people I met. But you few, you know who you are, and please, shut up.
One portly fellow told me in line that “Ryan Smyth is a douche bag because he signed my card with a black pen.” Trying not to engage, I couldn’t help but tell him that it is a good thing Smyth isn’t paid to be the team’s color coordinator.
Another guy (who might have been the same guy) was yelling at Drew Doughty to stop stuffing his face because he was holding up the line. To be fair, Doughty was in fact stuffing his face. Here is a picture:
While the gentleman was correct that Doughty’s voracious appetite slowed the line a little, it was wholly obnoxious. I couldn’t hear what Doughty muttered under his breath, but I got the gist. He definitely did not say “I’m so glad you came.”
Unnecessary yelling aside, it was amusing watching Drew hurry to swallow giant bites of hot dog while anxious fans put awkward arms around him, waiting for a photo. I’m sure more than a few of you out there have pictures with Drew’s cheeks puffed out, or maybe even some nacho cheese escaping the corner of his mouth.
Raitis Ivanans excited my group the most. I don’t know why. I had never seen him in person, and I’ll admit I was a little scared. In lieu of an autograph, we considered asking Raitis to bite our hats as a kind of “enforcer stamp of approval.” Instead, we just got the autograph and a picture.