Stanley

I will never win the Stanley Cup. I know this because I am a girl. And I can't skate.

Well okay, I can figure skate, but hockey is a different kind of power skating with moves and dekes that I don't have. 

The Stanley Cup was won last night by the Chicago Blackhawks who beat my Vancouver Canucks. I am okay with this because 5 of the players are from BC which is pretty awesome and a couple of those guys are from Penticton. These guys just won the Stanley Cup. The Holy Grail. The Reason You Play Hockey. No matter who wins I'm genuinely happy for whoever it is, as it is so much work just to make it to the finals, let alone win the damn thing, and the players revert to being kids and jumping on each-other when they win and their parents and spouses are there and it's all very, very weepy for me.

If I did win the Cup I'd be honored with one solitary day with it, as each player is once they win one. I would have a hard time planning my day around it.

It would travel everywhere with me. I mean room to room people. This thing would not leave my sight. I'd take it out for breakfast. I'd take a lot of photos of it. I'd like to have a picture of it on top of Whistler Mountain and on the Peak to Peak Chair, I'd have to somehow get it to mom as well, although if this is a fictional story, she was there when I won it. Anyways, I'd want to take it to Powell River to my Aunt's property just for the sheer beauty and photo opportunities on the beach. Stanley likes bonfires, so we'd have one.

I'd eat Cheerios out of it.
It would be the best Cheerios you'd ever tasted.
I'd lie on the couch with my arm around it and watch a movie.
I'd tell it my deepest darkest secrets (Stanley is VERY understanding.)
More photos.
There would come a time where I would just sit in silence and stare at it. (Editor's note: In the bath. With a glass of wine. Definitely)

After a day of Whistler/Powell River/Victoria we'd both be very tired so a steak dinner at The Keg should be in order. With family of course (and anyone I'd ever met) and Stanley would pick up the bill.

At some point the dude with the white gloves (real name: The Keeper of The Cup) would show up and take Stanley away so another player could share it with his family and friends.  And I would wake up from my dream of a dream coming true and wait for the Canucks turn to hoist the Cup of Cups one day.