Leafs and Canucks

I was fortunate enough to secretly receive a pair of Leaf tickets in November when I got my annual performance bonus. Many people got a game, so perhaps not that special but I feel very fortunate each time I have the opportunity to watch my favourite sports team (sorry Blue Jays) perform in person. The hard part for me, with no significant other, is to choose who to bestow the honour of joining me upon. Last time around I picked Double J, Ronny Ronks to come along, he had never been! After some exhaustive reasoning, I chose him again. This time I proposed that in exchange for him joining (and driving) I would ask him to help create a kick-ass android box in my quest to get off cable forever. He agreed! After securing permission from his wife of course. We set up our plans and were both very excited the day of. Like two grown men going to a Leaf game would be. It was around this time that I got a call from the Chef. He informed me that his "better half" was away for the weekend and he was wanting something to do. I reminded him (again) that I had plans already. He asked if he could get in on it somehow. After checking with Double J, Ron, he decided to get a ticket in the same row and section as us and join in all other ways. We got down there and parked with relative ease, actually it was pretty slick. Getting dinner wasn't as slick. We knocked on the door of several establishments, all with a wait of too long to work for our plans. Eventually, after a freezing hike to the West we found a spot that would accept our patronage and in doing so enjoyed a quiet meal together. It was decided that we would Uber back towards the rink. That failing.....we got a traditional cab ride over. Double J, Ron paid for my dinner and the cab in a generous move. We filed in, found our great seats and were ready before the anthem, perfectly timed! Our seats were in the last row of the lower bowl and as such, butted up against the luxury boxes, thus allowing us to stand the entire game if we wished without blocking anyone's view. It was nice for a man with an ailing back. The game was great (except the 2nd period) and ended with the right team winning in a shootout. We high fived the folks around us often after the second. The Chef was down the row so we only saw him at intermissions. He seemed to be getting on with his fellow attendees and was more and more jovial. Double J, Ron bought beer after the first and polled the BBM boys for my hot dog preferences after the 2nd. I was still stuffed from the dinner and beer so the Chef ate my dog. After polishing off his own, that he previously purchased. After the euphoric victory we hustled through the cold night to the car and started our journey home. This is when things got weird. The Chef belched out a horrific stink about halfway back. It impregnated the entire vehicle. He then informed us that he required us to pull over so he could vomit. The hot dog was apparently "gone bad." After some alarming gurgling noises the vehicle came to a stop and he exited. I assume he just needed some air. Double J, Ron put on the indicator and that activated the blind spot camera, allowing this:

He needed air again when we stopped for gas. Glad he was able to overcome the "bad hot dog" issue he was having. The vehicle, however was not. It reeked like that first belch for the remainder of the trip. We assumed that he was too drunk and barfing his guts out on the side of the highway but later on we received this alarming email:

We have recently been informed of a health and safety issue with products from our concession stands. The following product "foot long hot dogs" combined with alcoholic beverages may cause any undersireable reaction. We at MLSE aploogize for any inconvenience this may may have cause for you or any member of your party. The above note combination of elements was likely to manifest in "pukey hand prints" on the exterior of your vehicle door and trace amounts of residue throughout the rear seating comparment of your vehicle. In the event that these manifestations require professional cleaning then please do inform us and we would be happy to subsidize for any wrong doings. Again thank you for your support and patronage. WE do appreciate and hope to hear from you again some time soon.

The email was from mapleleafsportsentertainment@outlook.com so it must have been official. I guess because I had beer but no dog and Double J, Ron had a dog and no beer we were unaffected by this alarming scare. All in all, we three had a great time and hope that in the future we can partake in more adventures. The memories of this spur of the moment excursion should help sustain us until the next chapter. Go Leafs!