Nolan, Meet Stanley

Paul and Nolan were out the door this morning to meet with, arguably, the country's most famous Canadian. They drove into town and to the Peterborough Golf and Country Club. Paul wanted to be there early so he could be near the front of the line. Once there, he learned that he was at the wrong golf club; the famous Canadian and his minions were scheduled to be at the Kawartha Golf and Country Club. Oops. Back to the car and then a quick drive toward the west end. The Stanley Cup is in town.

Every year the famous trophy spends its summer traveling to the hometowns of the year's champions. Today, it's in Peterborough courtesy of Marc Savard. So, Paul coerced Nolan into removing his much-favoured, ahem, Calgary Flames ballcap for the seldom-worn Bruins one. (Okay, so he wears it all the time. Whatever. It's called brainwashing.) I felt sorry for the young lad so I sent him on his way with a cold drink...in his Flames water bottle. Two can play at this game. They met up with brother Enos and waited in line. Paul was disappointed that there was no autograph signing (he'd bought a grey Sharpie especially for the occassion) but they did get a glossy of Marc and a couple pictures taken with him and Lord Stanley's Cup. Marc even noticed Nolan's beautiful water bottle and mentioned that he'd played with the Flames several years back. Lucky guy.

Apparently they're telling Nolan to look at the camera. What a goofy picture.

On the way back to the car, Paul noticed a guy selling black tshirts across the road. They wandered over to take a look and Paul confirmed his suspicions. A table full of Bruins paraphernalia for sale. The red and white of our Canadian flag came down shortly after they arrived back home and has been replaced...

...by the black and gold. There goes the neighbourhood.