Superstar Treatment For Me And The Wife

Max Talbot was down at Century III Mall doing an autograph signing from 6-8 tonight. Naturally, the Blueline Bandit and the Moose were super stoked and down there waiting in line at 5. Clueless old people and Twilight Tweens would occassionally stroll past the line and curiously ask, "What's the line for?", not realizing a sea of people wearing Talbot jerseys and shirts and everyone clutching a Talbot pic. And we laughed heartily at some of these hapless folks who were unaware of who Max Talbot even was. LOSERS.

Anyways, we finally made our way in to see Max. I shook his hand (nice firm handshake by the way) and forked over our two pics to be signed. His signature is pretty Unreal.





After he signed our pics, I showed him the following picture of our ceremonial puck drop at our wedding reception and told him how we entered to the Pens music and even dropped the gloves for a mock fight.



He started at the picture for a good minute or two examining every detail and said, "Wow guys, this is great." The people with him also got a kick out of it. It was a very cool little moment.

He wished us luck and told us "Don't fight too much!". We shook his hand again and wished him luck on the rest of the season. As we proceeded out he called out to the Moose, who was wearing a Talbot shirt, "That's a great shirt!" and gave her the thumbs up. Moose returned the Thumb and we left smilin' like a butcher's dog.

But I can't help but wonder, did the Superstar really like the shirt or was he just checking out my wife's ass?

Probably a little of both.

Chica-chica-chee.

-the Blueline Bandit.