Mikey's Brush With Greatness
Aug 21, 2008 16:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Aug 21, 2008 16:04:47 GMT -5
And no, I'm not talking about Cory and Eric.
So as some of you know, I'm in Raleigh this week. There's photographic proof of this floating out there somewhere. However, upon my visit to The Eye - the Carolina Hurricanes store at the RBC Center - I had a brief brush with hockey immortality.
So after unsuccessfully sleeping in this morning, I dragged my two Canes friends, Katy and Heather, to The Eye around noon time. We walk in and the only other person in the place is the chick as the register. (Insert jokes here. It's not hockey season and it's the South, sue me.) And not being local, it's one of the few times I get to go crazy buying shit, and like a woman, I wander around the store seemingly forever because I can't decide what the hell I want to get. (I settled on a girls' jersey and a Stormy doll for Sav, two shirts for me, and a Canes puck for my desk.) As I finally get to the register, a guy walks in looking for somebody. The girl at the register tells her to go out the side door and down the concourse to the offices. Katy's checking out, Heather has her back to the guy, and I watch the guy walk out, as another fellow walks in thru the same door.
I see him and do a double take, and Katy's still fumbling with her purse, but I look at Heather and the look on her face confirms my assumption...
It's RON FRANCIS!!
The Hall of Famer walks over into the kids' section and grabs something as we're just standing there in awe. He strolls around the corner and walks right up to us, and I manage to stutter out an "afternoon, Mr. Francis." And he says, "How are you?" I'm able to spit out an "good." He shakes my hand, puts hs hand on Katy's shoulder and tells us, "Thanks for supporting the Canes." And he walks off to the back of the store.
We were starstruck, and it's like six hours later and we're still acting like little girls about it.
So as some of you know, I'm in Raleigh this week. There's photographic proof of this floating out there somewhere. However, upon my visit to The Eye - the Carolina Hurricanes store at the RBC Center - I had a brief brush with hockey immortality.
So after unsuccessfully sleeping in this morning, I dragged my two Canes friends, Katy and Heather, to The Eye around noon time. We walk in and the only other person in the place is the chick as the register. (Insert jokes here. It's not hockey season and it's the South, sue me.) And not being local, it's one of the few times I get to go crazy buying shit, and like a woman, I wander around the store seemingly forever because I can't decide what the hell I want to get. (I settled on a girls' jersey and a Stormy doll for Sav, two shirts for me, and a Canes puck for my desk.) As I finally get to the register, a guy walks in looking for somebody. The girl at the register tells her to go out the side door and down the concourse to the offices. Katy's checking out, Heather has her back to the guy, and I watch the guy walk out, as another fellow walks in thru the same door.
I see him and do a double take, and Katy's still fumbling with her purse, but I look at Heather and the look on her face confirms my assumption...
It's RON FRANCIS!!
The Hall of Famer walks over into the kids' section and grabs something as we're just standing there in awe. He strolls around the corner and walks right up to us, and I manage to stutter out an "afternoon, Mr. Francis." And he says, "How are you?" I'm able to spit out an "good." He shakes my hand, puts hs hand on Katy's shoulder and tells us, "Thanks for supporting the Canes." And he walks off to the back of the store.
We were starstruck, and it's like six hours later and we're still acting like little girls about it.
