
This past Saturday was the big night. I went to the game with four of my girlfriends and waited anxiously and impatiently for the game to end.
After the second intermission I met up with the other "Shirts off our backs winners" to get ushered down to event level to get ready to take the ice.

Now, let me pause this story for a minute to answer a quick question that I had been getting nonstop when people heard about this event. Who did I want to get? I feel like that is kind of the same as when people ask you what sex you hope your baby is. I mean you are supposed to say, "I don't care as long as it is healthy" but what you really want to say is "OVI, OBVIOUSLY, OVI!"

Our first stop was outside the Dewars Bar Coaches Club to watch the third period, up until the 5 minute mark when we were ushered down a hallway to wait RIGHT BEHIND THE BRUINS BENCH. It was pretty cool, but also pretty frustrating. I am a hockey fan. I come to games to watch hockey. Thankfully the game didn't matter much, but when they went into overtime we were all dying as we listened to the crowd give us cues as to what was happening on the ice.


As soon as I was on the ice, I scoured the crowd for my friends and found them right next to me (taking pictures of me taking pictures of them).
And then we saw the Caps players lining up across the ice from us - how cool, right?!?!?

As he approached me he took off his jersey and we had the following conversation -
Mike - So, I'm supposed to give you this right?
Me - Thats the idea

Mike - Are you going to put it on so I can sign it.
Me - Hell no, I need to wash it first.
Mike - What are you talking about, I don't sweat!
Me - Sure you don't! Do you mind signing it to CAPS MOM?
Mike - Sure, Caps Moms (signs jersey and hands it over to me) Hey, we have matching scars!
Me - I doubt we got them the same way.
Mike - You don't take many hockey sticks to the throat?
Me - Nope, mine is from thyroid surgery. Do you mind taking a picture with me?
Mike - Absolutely (and he snuggled right up like we were best friends).


If you watched the Post Game Show you will see me raise my phone up to take a picture, then I make an annoyed face because I couldn't get it to work while my phone was going bananas.
Finally, I got it to work, brushed the hair out of my eyes and started snapping photos. Rebeiro was totally patient with the whole thing.
Mike - Wait, I didn't look good in that one - take another!
So I did...

It was only after he skated away that I noticed that Matty P. was about a foot away from me, and Ovi was next to him - pretty cool moment!
I got a few pictures of other players as they gave their jerseys away, and couldn't help but notice that non of the other guys seemed to stay and talk or take pictures for as long, so I felt extra excited to have gotten Rebeiro.

The whole thing was totally surreal and I cannot thank the people who got me there enough.
Oh, and yesterday we found out that we had shown up in photos from Russian Machine Never Breaks (my favorite blog) and The Capitals Outsider, which was super cool as well.
I think I will go wash my smelly jersey now, so I can wear it on Thursday!
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