In lieu of us having good, watchable hockey, I though I would share this story to lighten the mood.
Nationwide used to have draft parties where they would put the draft on the Jumbotron and have players around to sign stuff and socialize with fans. This would’ve been either the Werenski draft year or the PLD draft year. There was an announcement that Jarod Boll was now available for signing memorabilia, and me, being my excitable self, abandoned my father to go get something signed. However, about halfway through the line I realized I had nothing for Boll to actually *sign* and panic began to set in.
The only CBJ related item I had on my person was a *well* used hat, the one you see in the pic. It had been through many a game and many a sloppy dinner. Every stain you see is what Jaron Boll saw. I get up to him, remove my hat, and present it to him. The confusion on his face that *this* is something someone would like to have signed, followed by the utter disgust at what was in his hands is something I’ll always remember and be haunted by. He sighed, found the cleanest corner he could, and signed it.
This hat is both my most prized CBJ possession and embarrassment
by mickeyhause
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I enjoyed the story, OP, but IMO that’s a pretty clean hat.
I have two of that hat, don’t think they were ever worn. Would be happy to find a way to give one to you.
Tuesday Morning (the store) years ago clearanced out a bunch of these for $5 and I grabbed two.