Written by Brendan Fehr

Well aren't I the luckiest prick in the entire world. On Wednesday, January 30, 2002, I had the opportunity, one which I would've bet several people's lives on,(not my own cause really, you never know anyways), to play with some of the greatest NHL players of all time, not to mention some good and not so good celebrities. It's not often I choose to elaborate and/or review the great moments of my life in depth. I find that most of the time it's too hard to put into or to find the appropriate words that would do it the justice I deem necessary. Joy, especially pure untainted joy, can't be reproduced with the same significance afterwards. It can be relived by the one who experienced it in the first place, not to the same extend however, and to try to pass it on to others who weren't there is too impossible a task, so screw off and mind your own business, this recap is over.

Alright, I'll at least go over the events and hilights of the day for those vicarious-living, bloodsuckers out there. Yeah that's you if you're still reading. Actually, it'll be my pleasure. Here we go.

I arrived at the Staples Center early in the afternoon to quickly check out the NHL Fantasy events that were held at the Convention Center across the street. There me and several friends had a great time fooling around at all the different games they had set up. We shot pucks and balls around at targets, became the targets ourselves in the goaliegame, and even got a hockey card of us made. After killing several hours, it was time for me to head back to Staples to get changed into my equipment to help out some kids at a hockey clinic they had set up at the Convention Center. Arriving in the locker room was such a thrill. They had set up everybody with their own cubicle and it was very cool to walk in and see my jersey with "16 Fehr" hanging there. They also provided a stick for me that had my name stamped on the shaft just like the pros. It was really cool.