The best day of my 21-year life...
...took place this January 8th, 2006.
Look...it's...
Me and Patrice Bergeron. Oh, my god...he is such a sweetheart. He signed my jersey and asked me how I was doing. I was a little awestruck, but I said I was fine. And the lady taking the picture tried to rush us, because the line was insane. All the while, Patrice had this OMGSQUEEADORABLE grin on his face. Cue, Lizi dying. But I did as I was told, and Patrice slung his arm around me and I died. I smiled for the camera and all, but yeah. I was dead.
And then I took the walk about two-hundred feet to my right to see...
Hannu Toivonen. You know it's cool when a guy has the same hairstyle than you--thicker than yours. I said 'hello,' to him in Finnish as he signed my jersey, and he was like 'huh?' So, I repeated myself and he started to talk to me in Finnish, and I was like 'hi is the extent of my Finnish knowledge, so...yea...' to which he laughed. He asked me how I was as I made my way around the table for my picture and slung his arm around me while I replied, 'I'm doing awesome and you?' He looked down at his ankle and frowned, then said 'All things considered, I'm doing great.' I told him to get better soon and that we missed him, and he smiled and told me he'd try, and then the lady started to be a witch and rushed me through the picture. I complied, though, and Toivy told me 'thanks,' and I thanked him back, and walked away, a smile firmly plastered on my face.
Which was when I made the short trek to see...
Glen Murray. [side note] I want to say that anyone who was at the Carnival and neglected to go see Glen Murray is on my shit list for life. Because no one was there. And if you did not go and see Glen Murray, leaving him alone and sad, I no longer like you, because he is a very, very nice person. That includes anyone in this community that was there[/side note] He greeted me with a cordial smile, and I smiled back as I handed him my jersey and asked him to sign it. 'Anything for a fan.' he smiled sweetly. I smiled and made my way around the table for a picture and he put his arm around me and asked me my name. I told him it was Lizi, and he said 'how are you today, Lizi?' and looked at the camera, and then I said 'I'm great, Glen...' and did the same. We smiled and took the picture, and I decided to stay and talk to him for a minute because no one was there. So I did. We talked about hockey and we agreed that we both missed Joe a lot, and then the security guard rushed me along, and we said 'bye' and I left...to go to the happiest few moments of my life...
which was when I met the love of my life.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Elizabeth Jean Misner and Andrew Joseph Ernest Raycroft. It takes place on January 08th, 2007 at the TD Banknorth Garden.
I kid. But, I did meet Andrew Joseph Ernest Raycroft. Yes. The Andrew Raycroft. This was the defining moment of my twenty-one-year life. If I could make it through this moment without keeling over and dying, I was golden forever. I approached the table and said 'hey, Rayzor. How's it going?' to which he replied 'Pretty good, and you?' with that classic omgdieehgfjkwehgsh Rayzor smile. I gathered my brain and replied with a 'not too bad.' Can we say understatement? I put my jersey on the table, and told him that I was at the game the night before and didn't get a chance to hear what his injury was. He said it 'wasn't that bad' and shrugged a shoulder, and I said 'regardless, you have to get better soon, okay?' He smiled that omgdiethsdjkhgsjkdhgkw smile again and nodded. 'Will do,' he said. I made my way around the table (bumping into the table and tripping over the chair which prompted Rayzor to laugh and me to die) and leaned in really close [side note] HE SMELLED OMGFASDJKFHJKAHKHK GOOD! [/side note] and we both smiled. But the lady waited until AFTER we'd reached the best part of our smiles to take the picture, which is why we both look disenchanted. We were both really smiling. After the picture was taken, I handed him my letter (some of you know about that) and said 'this is for you, please read it.' He smiled and said 'I will. Thanks,' and put it in his pocket. I said good bye and thank you, and he thanked me (omg) and said bye, and I walked away. Yeah, I lived! I can face anything! But my knees were jello for hours. If I could handle meeting him, though, the rest of the guys would be cake.
So, I headed down to ice level and the first Bruin I saw was...
PJ Axelsson. I stood in the line, which was forever long behind me, but fortunately, I was near the beginning. I was willing to wait as long as it took. So, I was close to the front and 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' came on the loudspeaker, which immediately made me start singing. I looked up to the front of the line at PJ, who was singing, too. And he looked at me, and we both laughed. So, when my turn came, the song wasn't quite over yet...and it was on the 'THAT'S ALL THEY REALLY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT, IS SOME FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN' part. We sang it together. And I died laughing afterward. As did PJ. He nodded and looked at me. 'That's a good song, uh?' he said in his Swedish accent, to which I replied in my accentless voice, 'Definitely.' He signed my jersey, still smiling and laughing and we finished the song together, and then we posed for the picture, unfortunately after we finished laughing. But as I walked away, he said 'bye and thanks for the duet!' I laughed and said 'You bet, Peej! Thank you, too!'
...and headed over to meet...
Marco Sturm. His line was forever long, too. But I waited. And I approached him and he shook my hand and asked my name. I told him that it was Lizi, and told him that although I missed Joe, I was glad he was here, because he's a great player, and he makes me smile on a daily basis. To which he smiled and thanked me. I also told him that I called him my Buddy, because he has the cutest kid-in a candy-store eyes ever. And he laughed. The lady rushed me once again, though, because the line was forever long behind me, so we made nice, smiled and took the picture, and then he smiled, thanked me and I thanked him, and walked away.
To the second happiest moment in my life. IE: when I met...
Nick Boynton. He was so sweet, y'all. He was playing Playstation with little kids, and when I got close to the front of the line, the game started a fight between Nick and the little kid he was playing with. The kid schooled Nick, and we were all laughing. Nick turned around, smiled and said 'I got schooled.' I laughed and then he made eye contact with me. I kid you not, my knes went weak. He smiled, I smiled and then he turned back to his game. I made my way to the front when it was my turn and I looked at him. 'I just want an autograph and a picturem if that's okay?' He smiled, nodded and took his Sharpie out. 'Of course. What's your name?' he asked me. 'Lizi. How are you feeling, Nick?' I asked in reutrn, nodding my head toward his knee. 'Getting there. I'm almost there.' I smiled and looked back up at him as he handed back my jersey and said, 'Good. We miss you.' He had a huuuuge smile on his face and said 'I miss you guys, too.' The smile was...omg...wow...to say the least. 'We need you back, too. We're doing better and when you're back at 100%, we'll be golden. You rock, Nick.' He did not reply with words. He smiled and hugged me. And I think I about crumbled into shambles. And then he spoke. 'Ready to take this picture?' he asked. I nodded, although my brain was about at my feet. He threw his arm around me and I was melting by the second, and I think he was still in shock by my comment, so he didn't smile in the picture. But he was so.sweet. I wanted to cling myself to his waist and stay there forever. But he thanked me again and said goodbye, handing me back my jersey, and I said goodbye and thanked him in return, and the stupid booth tenders rushed me away.
At this point, Melisa and I thought we were done, so we headed upstairs to leave. But then we saw...
Brad Stuart, and needed to have our pictures taken with him. He was kind of in a hurry. He rushed us, and his booth tenders weren't much better. But it was near the end of the carny, so I understand.
Although, the next three guys HARDLY rushed us.
Brad Isbister took the time to tell me that the pattern in which my jersey was signed was awesome, and asked me where to sign...I pointed him to the arm of the jersey.
But the last two people I saw...they took more time with me then the previous two.
Andrew Alberts mocked my shortness, and I mocked his tallness, we shared a good laugh as he signed my jersey and took the picture. He's very much a college boy at heart, because that grin on his face screams with boyish goodness.
Brad Boyes was so shy, though. And the fact that he was shy made me bold. I was actually braver than he was. I started the conversation by telling him that he was highly underappreciated for all that he'd done for us so far this season, and he smiled and asked my name. I told him, and he thanked me, hugged me and then signed my jersey. I also told him that he had the most adorable smile ever in the history of the world, and he blushed. He thanked me again, as he laughed. He moved back and let me lean into him, and then they snapped the picture.
And that was my last picture of the day. All in all? Yesterday ruled. I have 171 pictures in total, so if you want to see the ones from the game? Let me know, eh?
The autographs on my jersey.
The Spoked B:
Clockwise from top: Nick Boynton, Andy Alberts, Glen Murray, my husband Andrew Raycroft, PJ Axelsson, Marco Sturm (upside down, lmao), Hannu Toivonen, Patrice Bergeron.
Left Arm:
Brad Stuart
Right Arm:
Brad Isbister
Right shoulder:
Brad Boyes
~~Lizi
Look...it's...
Me and Patrice Bergeron. Oh, my god...he is such a sweetheart. He signed my jersey and asked me how I was doing. I was a little awestruck, but I said I was fine. And the lady taking the picture tried to rush us, because the line was insane. All the while, Patrice had this OMGSQUEEADORABLE grin on his face. Cue, Lizi dying. But I did as I was told, and Patrice slung his arm around me and I died. I smiled for the camera and all, but yeah. I was dead.
And then I took the walk about two-hundred feet to my right to see...
Hannu Toivonen. You know it's cool when a guy has the same hairstyle than you--thicker than yours. I said 'hello,' to him in Finnish as he signed my jersey, and he was like 'huh?' So, I repeated myself and he started to talk to me in Finnish, and I was like 'hi is the extent of my Finnish knowledge, so...yea...' to which he laughed. He asked me how I was as I made my way around the table for my picture and slung his arm around me while I replied, 'I'm doing awesome and you?' He looked down at his ankle and frowned, then said 'All things considered, I'm doing great.' I told him to get better soon and that we missed him, and he smiled and told me he'd try, and then the lady started to be a witch and rushed me through the picture. I complied, though, and Toivy told me 'thanks,' and I thanked him back, and walked away, a smile firmly plastered on my face.
Which was when I made the short trek to see...
Glen Murray. [side note] I want to say that anyone who was at the Carnival and neglected to go see Glen Murray is on my shit list for life. Because no one was there. And if you did not go and see Glen Murray, leaving him alone and sad, I no longer like you, because he is a very, very nice person. That includes anyone in this community that was there[/side note] He greeted me with a cordial smile, and I smiled back as I handed him my jersey and asked him to sign it. 'Anything for a fan.' he smiled sweetly. I smiled and made my way around the table for a picture and he put his arm around me and asked me my name. I told him it was Lizi, and he said 'how are you today, Lizi?' and looked at the camera, and then I said 'I'm great, Glen...' and did the same. We smiled and took the picture, and I decided to stay and talk to him for a minute because no one was there. So I did. We talked about hockey and we agreed that we both missed Joe a lot, and then the security guard rushed me along, and we said 'bye' and I left...to go to the happiest few moments of my life...
which was when I met the love of my life.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Elizabeth Jean Misner and Andrew Joseph Ernest Raycroft. It takes place on January 08th, 2007 at the TD Banknorth Garden.
I kid. But, I did meet Andrew Joseph Ernest Raycroft. Yes. The Andrew Raycroft. This was the defining moment of my twenty-one-year life. If I could make it through this moment without keeling over and dying, I was golden forever. I approached the table and said 'hey, Rayzor. How's it going?' to which he replied 'Pretty good, and you?' with that classic omgdieehgfjkwehgsh Rayzor smile. I gathered my brain and replied with a 'not too bad.' Can we say understatement? I put my jersey on the table, and told him that I was at the game the night before and didn't get a chance to hear what his injury was. He said it 'wasn't that bad' and shrugged a shoulder, and I said 'regardless, you have to get better soon, okay?' He smiled that omgdiethsdjkhgsjkdhgkw smile again and nodded. 'Will do,' he said. I made my way around the table (bumping into the table and tripping over the chair which prompted Rayzor to laugh and me to die) and leaned in really close [side note] HE SMELLED OMGFASDJKFHJKAHKHK GOOD! [/side note] and we both smiled. But the lady waited until AFTER we'd reached the best part of our smiles to take the picture, which is why we both look disenchanted. We were both really smiling. After the picture was taken, I handed him my letter (some of you know about that) and said 'this is for you, please read it.' He smiled and said 'I will. Thanks,' and put it in his pocket. I said good bye and thank you, and he thanked me (omg) and said bye, and I walked away. Yeah, I lived! I can face anything! But my knees were jello for hours. If I could handle meeting him, though, the rest of the guys would be cake.
So, I headed down to ice level and the first Bruin I saw was...
PJ Axelsson. I stood in the line, which was forever long behind me, but fortunately, I was near the beginning. I was willing to wait as long as it took. So, I was close to the front and 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' came on the loudspeaker, which immediately made me start singing. I looked up to the front of the line at PJ, who was singing, too. And he looked at me, and we both laughed. So, when my turn came, the song wasn't quite over yet...and it was on the 'THAT'S ALL THEY REALLY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT, IS SOME FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN' part. We sang it together. And I died laughing afterward. As did PJ. He nodded and looked at me. 'That's a good song, uh?' he said in his Swedish accent, to which I replied in my accentless voice, 'Definitely.' He signed my jersey, still smiling and laughing and we finished the song together, and then we posed for the picture, unfortunately after we finished laughing. But as I walked away, he said 'bye and thanks for the duet!' I laughed and said 'You bet, Peej! Thank you, too!'
...and headed over to meet...
Marco Sturm. His line was forever long, too. But I waited. And I approached him and he shook my hand and asked my name. I told him that it was Lizi, and told him that although I missed Joe, I was glad he was here, because he's a great player, and he makes me smile on a daily basis. To which he smiled and thanked me. I also told him that I called him my Buddy, because he has the cutest kid-in a candy-store eyes ever. And he laughed. The lady rushed me once again, though, because the line was forever long behind me, so we made nice, smiled and took the picture, and then he smiled, thanked me and I thanked him, and walked away.
To the second happiest moment in my life. IE: when I met...
Nick Boynton. He was so sweet, y'all. He was playing Playstation with little kids, and when I got close to the front of the line, the game started a fight between Nick and the little kid he was playing with. The kid schooled Nick, and we were all laughing. Nick turned around, smiled and said 'I got schooled.' I laughed and then he made eye contact with me. I kid you not, my knes went weak. He smiled, I smiled and then he turned back to his game. I made my way to the front when it was my turn and I looked at him. 'I just want an autograph and a picturem if that's okay?' He smiled, nodded and took his Sharpie out. 'Of course. What's your name?' he asked me. 'Lizi. How are you feeling, Nick?' I asked in reutrn, nodding my head toward his knee. 'Getting there. I'm almost there.' I smiled and looked back up at him as he handed back my jersey and said, 'Good. We miss you.' He had a huuuuge smile on his face and said 'I miss you guys, too.' The smile was...omg...wow...to say the least. 'We need you back, too. We're doing better and when you're back at 100%, we'll be golden. You rock, Nick.' He did not reply with words. He smiled and hugged me. And I think I about crumbled into shambles. And then he spoke. 'Ready to take this picture?' he asked. I nodded, although my brain was about at my feet. He threw his arm around me and I was melting by the second, and I think he was still in shock by my comment, so he didn't smile in the picture. But he was so.sweet. I wanted to cling myself to his waist and stay there forever. But he thanked me again and said goodbye, handing me back my jersey, and I said goodbye and thanked him in return, and the stupid booth tenders rushed me away.
At this point, Melisa and I thought we were done, so we headed upstairs to leave. But then we saw...
Brad Stuart, and needed to have our pictures taken with him. He was kind of in a hurry. He rushed us, and his booth tenders weren't much better. But it was near the end of the carny, so I understand.
Although, the next three guys HARDLY rushed us.
Brad Isbister took the time to tell me that the pattern in which my jersey was signed was awesome, and asked me where to sign...I pointed him to the arm of the jersey.
But the last two people I saw...they took more time with me then the previous two.
Andrew Alberts mocked my shortness, and I mocked his tallness, we shared a good laugh as he signed my jersey and took the picture. He's very much a college boy at heart, because that grin on his face screams with boyish goodness.
Brad Boyes was so shy, though. And the fact that he was shy made me bold. I was actually braver than he was. I started the conversation by telling him that he was highly underappreciated for all that he'd done for us so far this season, and he smiled and asked my name. I told him, and he thanked me, hugged me and then signed my jersey. I also told him that he had the most adorable smile ever in the history of the world, and he blushed. He thanked me again, as he laughed. He moved back and let me lean into him, and then they snapped the picture.
And that was my last picture of the day. All in all? Yesterday ruled. I have 171 pictures in total, so if you want to see the ones from the game? Let me know, eh?
The autographs on my jersey.
The Spoked B:
Clockwise from top: Nick Boynton, Andy Alberts, Glen Murray, my husband Andrew Raycroft, PJ Axelsson, Marco Sturm (upside down, lmao), Hannu Toivonen, Patrice Bergeron.
Left Arm:
Brad Stuart
Right Arm:
Brad Isbister
Right shoulder:
Brad Boyes
~~Lizi