Being the Association’s and the Merger’s dad is easily the best job that I could ever ask for. The hijinks that we partake in on a daily basis will serve me well in endless material to blog about for years to come (once I can swindle them into signing over their story rights. The First Lady’s portion of their DNA has ensure that they become shrewd negotiators.)
Both of my boys are starting to really take an interest in hockey. Each and every Sunday morning the fellas come to the rink to cheer on their lug of a daddy while he plays a little game of stick puck. This interest in Sunday morning hockey has fueled a legit interest into some NHL hockey. By association both of the boys seem to like the Toronto Maple Leafs (Editor’s Note: They don’t eat unless they share the passion that unites us all).
Their NHL hockey team of choice (a term that can be used loosely I suppose) aside their budding interest into the game of hockey is surely a delight to this fat cat. With that we were in our local grocery store the other day when we came across a blast from my past – The NHL STICKER BOOK
This is the exact style of sticker book that I used to have as a youngster. I have many very fond memories of collecting, trading and writing away for missing stickers. Seeing it in the aisle at the grocery store was like having an ACME anvil fall on my head. Why wouldn’t the fellas want one of these I said? So I promptly sat the boys down on the floor in front of the magazine racks and saddled up as the gregarious raconteur that I try to be and started spinning many yarns about my collecting prowess and my trading acumen.
However it wasn’t all glory bound banter being floated out by their Pops that day. I did have to open up about the time I couldn’t get a particular sticker to finish off my book in the 1984-1985 version. Pack after pack was bought and I came up snake eyes each time. I was dumbfounded when I couldn’t acquire Tim Kerr, the former 50 goal sniper for the Philadelphia Flyers, in a legit manner. I say legit because I have no doubt I was on the winning side of many lopsided trades back in the day. Perhaps this is why I enjoy the art of the deal so much in fantasy sports and it could possibly be why the Trade Deadline Day is an unofficial holiday in my house, but I digress. Tim Kerr and his long reach eluded me so I was left with no other alternative. I needed adult intervention to secure him. Yes I needed my Mommy’s help. She showed me the way and the way was to order them through Opee Chee (at the time) directly. 20 cents is all that cost me and I can remember checking the post box each day in anticipation of it’s arrival.
Finally the day came when Tim Kerr’s sticker would be sealed into my book and presto change-o the book was complete. I have no clue where that book is today, however I do remember a great sense of accomplishment that day when Tim Kerr took his rightful spot in that book.
So what are you waiting for? Go out and buy your kids one today and let the wheeling and dealing begin.