I think I've told this story before several years ago, but you might enjoy this. About 45 years ago I was working as a mailman in a little town called Palmyra, PA. It was the next town east of Hershey.
Two of the Hershey Bears lived on my mail route. You might've heard of Geoff Courtnall. After the Bears, he went on to play for the Bruins, Caps, Blues, Oilers and Canucks. He and I used to talk if he was home when I brought the mail.
One day it was very cold, with snow and ice everywhere (including all the sidewalks). I walked up onto the porch and put the mail in the box. Started walking back out the sidewalk to the street. Then I hear Courtnall yell, "Hey Jeff!" I stopped to turn around, slipped on the ice, my feet went out from under me and I fell unceremoniously onto my ass. Geoff had a hockey stick for my son signed by most of the Hershey Bears.
I said, "Damn, Geoff! Of all the people in the world, I have to take a header in front of somebody who makes their LIVING on the ice!" We both got a good laugh out of it. Very nice and funny guy.
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