Whew

We're in Tampa right now. For those wondering, it's a sweltering 26C and I'm loving every minute of it. I'm a sun hog.
It's game day and the atmosphere here is...different...from Ottawa. Things are more relaxed the players look comfortable and even the Tampa staff looks like it won't kill them if its team loses this one.
Maybe it's because they're not hockey fans. We packed a bar called Champions, down the street from the rink, to watch the Canes-Habs game. Sherali, Elliotte and a new friend we met named Paul, who works for Sun Sports, sat down and watched the double OT thriller.
It was a great experience because most of the people in the bar were Canadians.
So far, our trip down here has been...interesting.
I've been on a lot of flights, but this one was probably the most eventful. It was just a normal trip, complete with a five-year-old kicking the back of my seat and nearly poking my eye out trying to escape the clutches of us Mother, until we landed.
That's when an flight attendant came over the public loud speaker.
"When we stop, please remain in your seats. Customs officials will come on the plane."
When a man got up to get his luggage, the flight attendant repeated herself. This time, more harshly.
"Customs officials will come on the plane."
Shortly after, we heard...
"Please unlock the back door."
Gotta go...we're starting to load our game...I'll be back.