
Swim meets are incredibly long affairs considering the kid spends a combined total of like 6 minutes in the water. So I have a lot of time to kill, and unfortunately for me that means a lot of time in shopping malls. I was in the local jersey/collectibles shop and overheard the clerk mention they were sold right out of everything and anything Boston Bruins. At the time I had no idea about Orr's presence in the northern town. I found the Bruins support in this town odd, although I never really gave it a second thought.
I get to the pool on Saturday morning and grab a copy of the Prince George Free Press and find Hartley Miller's piece about Orr being the best player who ever lived. My first thought was that's an out-of-nowhere story. Then I read on about Orr being in town and I think I let out a big "whoa," which must have surprised those sitting around me, as the swim meet was still in warm up mode.
Had I known Bobby Orr was here I certainly would have been a little more proactive in trying to meet him. It certainly would have beaten shopping malls and food courts!

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