Worth the bruise
Well, in the split second it took to decide what I would answer to that, it was remarkable how many thoughts went through my mind. After all, there was a crowd and tv cameras behind me. I immediately wondered how embarrassed I should be at this juncture, as everyone is now noticing that I am actually sitting down in center ice. Secondly, I asked myself if I wouldn’t appear more dignified if I were to decline the proffered hand and rise on my own. Immediately following that thought was an ugly mental image of my failed attempts to rise leading to my unceremoniously wiping out, and then having to be hauled up by helping hands anyway.
I took the hand offered me and was able to stay on my feet until I left the ice. Brisebois later approached me and, smiling, he said ‘As soon as I saw you come onto the ice with those shoes I knew you would fall.’ I told him I had a sneaking suspicion I would also, but had hoped for the best. I hadn’t known I would be on center ice. The bright side of the whole ordeal was that I had the presence of mind to take a very original photo of a hockey legend…. from the ground up while he sported a sweetly concerned look on his face for my very cold rear end.