Cups and Rings and Walmart – Oh My!

I took the boys food shopping at Walmart on Sunday, even though it’s something I usually avoid. I’m sure you’ve all seen what a mob scene Walmart can be on a Sunday afternoon – especially on a long weekend.

Well, Lee had worked two full weekends in a row, plus the Saturday before our little shopping escapade, so I figured I would be a nice little wife and give him a couple of hours at the house without the usual kid craziness.

As we were rounding the corner of one of the food aisles, I noticed a Walmart employee giving out granola bar samples, so I parked the cart, and walked the two steps to the little cart that had been set up. When I looked back at the cart, there was an enormous guy cooing at Kyle.

Naturally, my super-mommy instincts kicked in, so I grabbed Connor’s hand and rushed back to the cart.

When this grizzly-bear-of-a-man saw Connor, his face lit up, and he leaned over and started chattering with my 5-year-old, who looked as if he was being approached by the giant, stinky, Troll that almost got Hermione in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

After a few minutes of cheerful chit-chat, Connor started coming out of his shell, and was looking at the man’s hand. The man had on what at first appeared to be a class ring…

He leaned over, asked Connor if he knew what it was, and that’s when I saw it. It was white gold, covered in diamonds, and very large…

We were speaking to a Stanley Cup Champion!

He leaned way over, took off the ring, and asked Connor if he wanted to try it on…and poor Connor, completely oblivious to the significance of this nice man’s gesture, declined. Not wanting to put undue pressure on my son, I brushed it off, saying “it’s okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to”, and continued chatting to who I would later find out was Terry O’Reilly – the retired Boston Bruin and Stanley Cup Champion. Apparently, I was so wrapped up with how charmed he was by my boys that I totally forgot to ask him his name, for an autograph, or for a picture. The only reason I’m pretty sure of who it was we had met is because I messaged my brother-in-law (who collects and sells sports memorabilia) on Facebook and asked him who it was. It hadn’t even occurred to me what had happened until we had gotten in the truck to go home!

Well, at least I can tell the boys about it when they grow up.


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  1. That is SO cool!

    I totally dread taking my boys shopping. I try to avoid it at all costs.
    Kudos to you for giving it a go, in Walmart of all places.

    PS, I’m your newest GFC follower. Glad I got to meet a whole new bunch of bloggin’ mamas via Motherhood Uncovered!

  2. Amber says:

    It’s to bad that you didn’t get a photo but still what a story to tell them when they get older.

  3. I bet he was a little surprised that the kids didn’t recognize him. I think you are brave enough, just heading out to a grocery store with the kids. I never take them shopping. It ends up costing me much more when they are there.