I am in the taxi trying to get to the Sky Train to bring us to the game - Game Seven of the Stanley Cup.
Last night my partner, who owns GoodLife Fitness, was given two tickets to today's game. We are guests of the NHL as we are in conversation with them about battling childhood obesity and other common passions.
I am an imperfect fan. I don't know all the players names and I sometimes get confused at what the referee called.
I also ask questions which my son says is totally irritating; he is just jealous but he did tell me it's good luck to fling the towel around and accidentally hit Patch once in awhile.
Go Canucks go!