Every year, teams whore out their players to deliver season tickets for photo ops.  I wonder – how strongly do they vet these lucky recipients first?  Because I could totally act normal.  Then if Sid or Max (or Kris or Flower…) rang my doorbell, we would have a hostage situation.  Even in those shoes.

Crosby, Talbot ringing doorbells.

Video of Sid’s season ticket delivery.  Smart PR people (damn us!) picked lots of boy children.  Absolutely no one looks like their going to faint or squeee.  He does pet their dog, but frankly this could be a lot more fun!  I’ve done my ten years of handling high-profile celebrities with relative composure.   I deserve the chance to have a total fangirl moment, right?  It looks like they sent Max to a house full of chicks.  Well OBVIOUSLY.