This is why we can't have nice things
When you go to Chelli's Chili Bar, you're never truly safe. People get shanked and even the greatest trophy is sports cannot make it out of that bad karmatic zone of beans and meat without a battle scar.
When you go to Chelli's Chili Bar, you're never truly safe. People get shanked and even the greatest trophy is sports cannot make it out of that bad karmatic zone of beans and meat without a battle scar.
Posted by jamestobrien at 10:24 AM
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I was just reading about all the misadventures of the cup... and I think as ridiculous as some are, I don't like that an official traveler person has to babysit the cup wherever it goes nowadays.
It would be like going on a date with a girl and her parents. Sure, technically you get to go on a date, but slip up once and her parents might decide the Penguins should have won.
slip up once and her parents might decide the Penguins should have won.
What if her parents already felt like that?
I shudder to think what the Cup would look like if it wasn't escorted, considering all the stuff they currently do to it. I imagine a fair amount of alcohol is involved in these Cup celebrations, and my glassware doesn't make it through unscathed in those situations. Much less the most Hallowed Trophy in Sport.
Plus, it would take exactly 3 days before someone would nick it.
I dunno, the Cup survived its first 100 years, including abandonment, a trip to the Rideau Canal (and the bottom of a few swimming pools), and a summer spent as a flower pot. It's not like the thing would come back looking like Pelle Lindburgh's Porsche.
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