I went to Toronto this weekend. Mostly for this:

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Blue Jays vs. Red Sox

and this:

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Foot long with baked beans and back bacon

I also got treated to this:

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Streaker being tackled behind first base

We had awesome weather! Union station flooded! with raw sewage! Fun!

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CN Wha?

It got better the next day, and we walked around for a bit before the next game. I found these:

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Last gen 3rd jerseys selling for $140 (ok, fine, I found this Friday afternoon on the way in, but the narrative flow works better this way)

and these:

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Heatley jersey: $100 Kelly jersey: $120 Cheechoo jersey: $140(!!!)

And we visited Maple Leaf Gardens:

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Ah, nice iconic façade

which is now a Loblaws!

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Centre ice at Loblaws. They had black cans of Maple Leaf ham in the aisle. Coincidence?

We then went to “The World’s Biggest Bookstore” to pick up a Dan Wells book that I strangely couldn’t find in Ottawa:

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Stupid four-for-three sales!

Went to the next game:

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Almost full house, hence the not as awesome seats.

And went for supper at the Baton Rouge in the Eaton Centre. After supper went to do some shopping and chaos ensued. Long/Short: we all got out safely after a bit of a run, though we did get separated for a bit. Go cellular network for not crashing during all of this.

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Cop in the middle of the frame cocked a shotgun as he walked past me. Kind of freaky sound.

We retreated to the hotel and watched stuff unfold on the TV, where there was less chance of getting shot. We could also keep up with developments a bit through the window:

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Though not much was happening other than the roadblock

Hockey and bed and a breakfast buffet with one of these:

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Making my very own macchiato. And it tasted passably good!

Fun, terrifying times! And this now makes three trips in a row where Union Station shut down for some reason. I almost feel like they are doing it for me.