Last night at Shep’s, in Brainerd, was the big drawing for the autographed Mario Lemieux jersey. And the big winner was Brian Hanson (AKA Grandpa Poopster, AKA my dad). And the bigger winner was Peter and family. The jersey was passed along to Ty to present to grandson Peter, but more importantly, I understand that the raffle raised over $5000. Thanks to Chuck Grillo, thanks to Shep, and thanks to all who purchased tickets. That is amazing.
Surely I can’t recreate the suspense and ferocity of the actual drawing, but I do have the winner’s account of the proceedings and I’ll embellish in moderation. Brian and wife, Barb, had purchased a string of raffle tickets a while ago. Last night, traveling to Shep’s from his home in nearby Crosslake with great grandpa Art, Brian incessantly rubbed the red tickets for luck until his thumb blistered and the ticket numbers faded. Finally they arrived, met Ty and the Grillo clan, and settled in for the action.
Minutes before the drawing, they had a last call for the raffle. Brian calculated that if he sprung for two more tickets, his odds would increase by at least a thousandth of one percentage point. That sounded pretty good to him, so he bought two more. The new tickets were green and joined his worn red tickets in array on his table.
It was time for the big drawing and it was so quiet in the bar that you could have heard a rat toot. Luckily Shep’s doesn’t have rats. The numbers were slowly read and repeated. Brian couldn’t believe his eyes. The numbers matched one of his new green tickets. It was then that he yelled out “Winner, winner, chicken dinner!” He made his way to the front of the room and danced the “chicken scratch” — a stunning dance of lore in Hanson lineage. Way to go, Dad.