20 Years Later: The Stanley Cup, Family Memories & How Much Life Can Change
This past weekend was one of those weekends that somehow felt like three weekends packed into one. It started Saturday morning at 3:30 AM. Yes, 3:30. We got up before dawn to head to South Carolina for our son’s cross country meet. After the meet, instead of going home and collapsing like reasonable people, we drove back, picked up our dogs, loaded everything into the car, and headed three hours to Raleigh. And that was really when the weekend got started. My brother-in-law, Mike, works for the Carolina Hurricanes NHL team, and because they won the Stanley Cup, each team member gets the Cup for a day. Sunday was Mike’s day. My parents hosted the Cup at their house that morning and invited friends to come by, see it, and have their pictures taken with it. Which sounds simple enough until you realize that when my family hosts something, we apparently feed everyone within driving distance. So Saturday afternoon, I helped my mom make dozens of muffins. Then we made 18 pounds of meatballs. ...
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