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My Interview - JAN.31.08

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Mike Macri


<table border=0 align=center width=80%><tr><td><img src=http://cdn.nhl.com/canucks/images/upload/2007/09/macri_headshot.jpg border=0 align=left vspace=1 hspace=4>Interview with the Man-Crier

I’m going to keep this one short, but I thought I’d tell you about an exciting little week I had recently. Not only did I manage a personal high score on Dance Dance Revolution, but I had myself a little in-game interview with Mr. Scott Rintoul during the Canucks-Blues game last Wednesday. If you were at the game, you couldn’t have missed it - a strikingly handsome young man up on the jumbotron, eloquently and confidently addressing the crowd. I was on right after him.

For those of you who might want a transcript of the interview, here you go:

Rintoul: I’m here with Mike Macri, a blogger for Canucks.com. How’s it going tonight, Mike?

Me: Bllarrahhgh. <a href=http://cdn.nhl.com/canucks/images/upload/2008/01/JAN2308_Canucks-Blues12_b.jpg target=_blank><img src=http://cdn.nhl.com/canucks/images/upload/2008/01/JAN2308_Canucks-Blues12_t.jpg border=0 align=right vspace=1 hspace=4></a>

Rintoul: O...K. So Mike, how did you get started writing your blog?

Me: If I had to name one, probably Stone Phillips.

Rintoul: (nervous laughter) I’m...not sure...uh, thanks, Mike.

Me: Thanks, Murph.

Now, in my defence, I had no idea that Dan Murphy’s nickname was Murph. I just assumed that’s how you generically wrapped up a Canucks-related interview.

Actually, talking in front of a crowd isn’t all that nerve-wracking for me. Believe it or not, this wasn’t my first hockey-related media event. If you were watching TvTwelve’s seminal institution “Kidstuff” back in the fall of ’93, you might have noticed a particularly “gnarly” kid jammin’ in his rollerblades while attending a Vancouver Voodoo game. He was so cool, what with his Cross Colours jacket and backwards, purple jeans. If you pause the tape at the 00:32 second mark, you can see me standing behind him eating a Dilly Bar. What you didn’t see: me dropping my Dilly Bar moments later and crying into my mom’s shoulder-padded blouse while a crowd of people pointed and laughed. You know what? I’m glad the Voodoo folded.*

<a href=http://cdn.nhl.com/canucks/images/upload/2008/01/JAN2308_Canucks-Blues08_b.jpg target=_blank><img src=http://cdn.nhl.com/canucks/images/upload/2008/01/JAN2308_Canucks-Blues08_t.jpg border=0 align=left vspace=1 hspace=4></a>Anyway, besides the interview, the game was a blast. First time I had ever seen the shootout live in person, and even though I’m not a huge fan of the extra point, it’s pretty damn exciting in person. Save for the $40 stomachache my friend and I received from a couple of White Spot chicken burgers (apparently we ordered them with extra white - big mistake), it was the kind of night that dreams and unicorns are made of. And isn’t that all a 25 year old man (and I mean “man” in the loosest possible sense of the word) can ask for?

*Slightly off-topic, but totally true - I received a Vancouver Voodoo jersey for Christmas one year and still have it in my possession. If you don’t know what a Voodoo jersey looks like, search it out on Google. Now picture me wearing it to three of my cousin’s weddings.


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