Fake Henrik Zetterberg’s Weekend in Detroit
He arrived in town on Friday afternoon and was taken North on I-75, past the world’s biggest tire, to his final destination at the corner of Van Dyke and Munrovia street (the namesake of one of the FHZ production companies) to parents house of it’s director, Greg DeLiso.
The following day we headed to the Hockeytown Cafe to get lunch before the game. Immediately upon entering Fake Hank was swamped by fans who wanted pictures and autographs. We were met but a guy from 101.1 the WRIF who was championing Jimmy Howard as a write All-Star vote since he was snubbed by the selection committee.
After Hockeytown, we arrived at the Gordie How entrance at about 5 PM and were again swamped by people wanting pictures autographs, etc. Things were going swimmingly until a security guard asked us if we had permission to pass out cards on the property. We said “No, we looked online and it didn’t say anything about not being allowed to, is their someone we can talk to about it?”, “Yeah, Justin.” He said. “Um, okay, who’s Justin?”, “Go knock on the rink door and ask for him, I don’t know his last name.”
So with that we knocked on the Gordie Howe entrance. A guy answered and we asked for Justin. He looked confused. However, after 5 minutes of waiting Justin materialized. We explained the situation and Justin nicely said he would ‘turn his head’. So we continued.
About 2 minutes later two large security guards hauled us inside. They were being needlessly tough, not physically but with that cocky, police officer drunk with power air about them. They wrongly assumed we didn’t have tickets to the game, then searched our bag and found our postcards and prize pucks.
That made them angrier so they lead us down some stairs and through various inlets in the arena. It was like an inverted scenic tour of the Joe. We arrived at a small room full of cops watching TV and eating pizza.
The cops took our ID’s and searched our bag again and made us sit down. At which time Larry Murphy walked by, starred at Jakob in full costume and started grinning a lot.
When the cops re-emerged they informed us that we weren’t doing anything illegal and wouldn’t be charged with anything, duh. They made us replace the skates with tennis shoes, which we thought might happen and prepared for by bringing a pair of shoes.
They were about to let us go when the most mean of all the security guards decided to make up a reason why Jake couldn’t have the costume on out of spite. This was his reasoning:
Mean Security Guard: I can’t let you in with that helmet, you could jump up after a goal celebration, hit someone in the head and hurt them.
Us (in our heads): Um, yeah okay, that’s stupid.
Mean Security Guard: And I can’t let you wear the gloves either, what if you get into a fight?
Jakob: I thought the guys take off the gloves when they fight so their fists are more dangerous weapons.
Mean Security Guard (backpedaling): Well, you could have something hidden in the fingers.
Without the gloves and helmet the costume seemed so lackluster that Jake just watched the game in street clothes. 25 seconds in, on their first shift, Winnipeg scored and it looked like it would be an even longer night. But then, after about 8 minutes the flood gates opened. Howard played remarkable, like an All-Star, he really was snubbed. Zetterberg scored and it would have been a perfect night for a guy dressed as Z to hang out at the Joe.
7-1 was your final.
To everyone who wanted to meet FHZ at the Gordie Howe entrance we are so sorry! We’ll be planning another trip… a longer one with more stuff going on and we’ll make sure to meet everyone.
As a PS: In the 3rd period the girl sitting next to us turned and said “You look exactly like Zetterberg!!!” To which we replied, “I know.” Then told her all about the show.
-Greg & Jake
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