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This years edition of the annual "Feb Fest", a celebration of winter and hockey here in Kingston brought not only hockey greats of past and present. It brought to our City hall the Holy Grail of Hockey, the Stanley Cup. After an hour in line, there before my son and I, perched in shiny silver brightness producing flashbacks of screaming pond games and imaginary wins, sat the beautiful Mug. As I ran my hand down the side of the cup I saw Gretzky's hands gripping the cup lip, and I touched the spot. I searched out the 67 Leafs and felt the names in-graved in the cool metal and couldn't,t lose the huge grin I knew was taking over my face. It was glorious. I could picture the Nieuwendyk family(says folklore), eating breakfest Cheerios out of the bowl. I placed my arm around that beautiful piece of tin, my Leaf Jersey reflecting off the silver shine and as my son took the greatest picture of my life, I realized I was still grinning like an idiot,and I still am thinking about it. There was a strange, hushed sense of reverence and respect that seemed to come from all who saw and touched this great Mug. For all you Leaf fans out there, I very quickly rubbed the 67 number on the engraving 40 times. Here's to karma folks. Think this is enough to end the drought?
