No, I don’t know how it got to be 13 years.
After all, I have always enjoyed your company.
But one thing leads to another, and then another, and then all of a sudden it’s “I haven’t seen Toronto since 2009!?!?!?”
We’re certainly not the same as we were then. Remember when it was the Air Canada Centre, and there was nothing around it be parking lots for Air Canada Centre?
Of course, that was in … ::gulp:: … 2004. Now, it’s hard to believe that Scotiabank Arena is the same place, and everything around it is where the parking used to be.
I have no idea what’s next, except that your future looks like it’s going to involve a lot of large construction equipment. Are there even any cranes left for anyone else on Ontario to use?
And I’m not sure when I’ll see you again, although I’d certainly be in favor of a Yankees-Blue Jays game at Rogers Centre.
But I’m not just writing to thank you for being a gracious host, although you were, as always.
You were even good enough to show me things I hadn’t known about before, and we couldn’t have asked for better weather. At the end of each day, Suzi and I were exhausted — and my feet were in agony — but it was a good exhaustion, a happy exhaustion, the type of exhaustion that comes with using … it … all … up.
The real reason I’m grateful, however, is that ever since we stepped out of the tunnel coming from the airport, being with you has made me feel like a different person.
Actually, that’s not quite true. I’m the same guy, but you brought out the carefree me, the unhurried and unworried me. I haven’t seen him in quite some time — not 13 years, mind you — but way too long.
I like that guy.
I need to bring him home to the “real world” with me just the same as I brought a sweater from Roots and a Doug Gilmour shirsey from the Hockey Hall of Fame.
And it’s like you know that. You don’t think I didn’t notice the way you put the “Be Happy” cards and “I’m Kind of Awesome” journal in front of me in the Art Gallery of Ontario gift shop?
Sure, I didn’t buy them, but I got the message.
If he did make it back across the border — we share a passport, so it’s possible — I can’t let him run off on me again.