Playoffs - Day One
Andi Petrillo is the talented young hostess of Maple Leafs game coverage on Leafs TV. A couple months ago, she asked me, since she no longer travels with the team (she used to do my job for them), if I could pick up a few things for her at one of those bath stores and bring the stuff to Canada. Sure I said, although I'd never been into one of those bath and butt stores, or bed and booty, whatever they are.
She sends me a text. Please pick up a bottle of - something like - watermelon, chamomile, lavender, eye of newt, exfoliating, foamy love soap. The other item was happy, go-go, morning juice jamba, in the blue bottle. I'm like, "I better hold on to this text".
The first time I failed. Just simply wasn't inspired to go to that particular store and pick up the goods. So I see her in Toronto and promise that the next time, in about six weeks, I'd come through for her.
The day arrives. I'm flying commercial to Canada for the first time all season, as I had a work permit application issue (I'm from US, my publisher and one of the networks I do a show for are in Canada) and apparently couldn't get in on the normal team charter that time. I'm running around as usual trying to get everything together for a 3 o'clock Air Canada flight. The last thing I do, with hardly anytime to spare, is I run over the Bath, Booty and Bedtime store which I googled to find. There's one across the Common from where I live. I hustling. I run in, cell phone flipped up with text message exposed. I go to the first bath girl.
"I need one of these," I say, flashing the text. "Watermelon, chamomile, etc. The foamy kind." She finds them.
"We don't have the foaming," she says, "just this cream, or the standard something or other. Which one?"
I choose the creamy stuff.
"OK, and a happy-go-lucky love lotion in the blue bottle," I point out.
Here it is.
"Great, ring it up!"
I dash out, grab a cab and head to the airport.
I get to the Air Canada counter 55 minutes before my flight leaves.
"I'm sorry sir, you can't check your bag with less than an hour to the flight. New (ish) regulations. I'd get in trouble."
"O come one."
I'm praying the little screener gal doesn't see the goods. Then I'm selected for additional screening, due to my deviant behavior, and I know it's over.
Down goes my toiletries. Garbage. Big toothpaste which would have been checked. Eye stuff - "You can keep that, it's medical". Down goes the hair gel. Garbage. And upon further review ..... down goes the goods for Andi. Garbage. 18-freshly spent US dollars right down the drain.
Why do I tell this tale. It was a lesson learned. For the postseason, all of us media types fly commercial. The seven NESN types and two radio guys tend to clog up the travel procedures a bit, which we don't want during the all-biz playoffs. So no charter with team. Very understandable. So, what-do-you-know, Air Canada. And here I am, typing this, in the terminal, bag checked, sitting with a coffee and next to Steve Conroy of the Herald (who was on the last commercial flight I took), ready to fly to Montreal.
Great on Rubber Biscuit and hope more shows come out during the off season. What are you plans for the summer ? Do you think the Bs may go after Hossa ?
Not sure of plans. May go back to Africa with Chara. Not sure. Doesn't look like it will be a NESN thing this time. We'll see. No Rubber Biscuits on tap. Have three more Hockey Odysseys for the NHL Network to shoot and host. They come out once a month. Biscuit-esque actually. Check them out.
Yes, I do think the B's go after Hossa this summer.
Time to board. Talk to you from Montreal. All the best.