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07 October 2003 - 10:15 OK... This is to ba quick entry before a day of mind numbing process design. So I'm walking along St Catherine Street yesterday, just crossed over Peel going west, when *bump* I knock someone who is walking the other way. By accident, y'understand... So I turn round to say a quick "Excusez moi", and I look up to see who I bumped into. He too has turned. It's only frickin' Jos� Theodore. Jos� frickin' Theodore people! I say "Jos�!" He recoils and quickly looks around to see who has heard. I realise that perhaps he wishes to remain incognito. So I say, like a fifteen year old, "Good luck for the season mate. I'll be at home opener. I'll be rooting for you" He says, "Thanks man", nods, and turns to go. I stand in disbelief staring at man scything his way through the crowd, knowing that I had just *sniff* had a "moment" with a hockey superstar. My only regret was not asking him for a loan... Hya hein hein hein hein... I then proceeded, like a fifteen year old to call everyone who might care on my cell and start the conversation with..."Like, Ohmygooood....." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ With that. My Habs face off in two days. Let the trash talking begin...
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