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7 Days Until the Canes Play

To commemorate the Autumnal Equinox, let us look back to something wonderful that happened the day before Summer Solstice.

It’s been a few days since Saturday, June 20th, 2026. That day, the Carolina Hurricanes celebrated their Stanley Cup victory with a triumphal parade.

As we have one more week before the 2026-2027 season, now is as good a time as any, to look back at recent events of the past season, and get hype.

Fayetteville Street

200,000 people showed up to celebrate.

Craftsmanship in front of the State Capitol

Here are some pictures of a few of them.

As we saw in a previous post, some folks made their own homemade Stanley Cups. The kid did a fine job.

Jarvy Boys

We spotted Jarvy Boys.

Hurricanes Jumbotron Celebrity

We also ran into the kid from the Jumbotron with the Jarvy Harvard Swampshirt.

Ms Stanley Cup

It was delightful to see the boy share his hand crafted Stanley Cup. Everyone was extremely stoked.

Coach Brind’Amour

Early in the procession, Coach Rod Brind’Amour, who last won the Stanley Cup as the Captain of the Hurricanes 20 years ago, came down Morgan Street.

Mr. Brind’Amour seemed to approve of the boy’s craftsmanship:

Coach spots the craftsmanship

Imagine for a moment you’re a young hockey player, and your favorite team, the one that trains where you practice and compete, wins the Stanley Cup…

Coach Brind’Amour points at the craftsmanship

…you make a Stanley Cup for the parade with your mom, take the bus downtown to catch the parade, sit in the summer sun for a couple hours, whisk your cup in front of all the people who showed up after you did…

Coach Brind’Amour shouts approval to the young hockey player holding his hand-made cup

…and the first man in generations to win the Cup as a coach for the same team he won the Cup he played for, and the only player-coach alive, that coach spots you and your cup.

Amazing experience.

The truly charismatic personality makes an effort to connect with as many people around them as possible.

Coach Brind’Amour pointing at you, the viewer
Coach Rod Brind’Amour, pointing at you

Having a local sports legend, one who emphasizes hard work, is a blessing for parents with young athletes.

Following Coach Brind’Amour was a cavalcade of charisma.

Bus #1

The first bus had Bussi, Deslauriers, Svech, Carrier, Nikishin, Jankowski, and Kochetkov.

Bus #1

Deslauriers seems to appreciate the craftsmanship before him.

Bus #1

As Bus #1 turned down Fayetteville St. with its precious cargo, Bus #2, with Blake, Gostisbehere, Walker, Robinson, and Reilly took a left on Morgan St. from Salisbury St.

Bus #2

You can tell that the town loves the team and the team loves the town.

Bus #3 was a crowd favorite, with Ehlers, Anderson, Chatfield, Miller, Jarvis, Stankoven, and Kotkaniemi. It also carried the Prince of Wales Cup.

Two years ago, when my son started playing hockey, we met Jalen Chatfield. We told Mr. Chatfield that the boy started playing left defense, and asked if he had any advise. His response: ‘Don’t be afraid to get physical.’

I digress, here is Mr. Chatfield pointing at that kid and his cup.

Bus #3

When interviewed, Seth Jarvis lamented standing next to Miller as ‘Miller resembled a Greek god, and Jarvis a homeless man.’

Bus #3

Not my best picture, but Chatty is flexing and everyone is checking out the boy’s cup.

Bus #3

In this perspective video, recorded by the Freddie’s glasses, note our protagonist is in the middle of the frame at the end.

Bus #3

Much respect to the 3rd bus.

Bus #3

These fellas understand the assignment. As someone who heard the call and went Tarps Off at Lenovo Game 2, I feel reciprocated by the Olympians.

Bus #3

I saw the Canes get swept and watched the Prince of Wales Cup presented to the Penguins in 2009. Witnessed Florida taking that prize again game five of the ECF 2025.

The Prince of Wales Cup looks different meandering past the Capitol.

Well done penultimate bus.

At long last, the real Stanley Cup peered past the magnolias and oaks, with Hall, Slavin, Staal, Aho, and Martinook.

When it first arrived, Taylor Hall wielded it, but he handed it to #74.

Bus #4, with the Stanley Cup hoisted by Taylor Hall
Bus #4
Bus #4
Bus #4

Slavin wielded it with authority.

Bus #4 takes a right on Fayetteville while we begin to process what just happened with smiles on our faces

There are days that approach perfection.

This was one of those days.

Let Us Reflect on Durham Taylor’s Replica Stanley Cup

While I slowly consolidate Stanley Cup 2026 images to smile over and share, I must take a moment and reflect on a friendship and the infinite stories.

The two times the Carolina Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup, people around me have made replica cups to boost the hype. Durham Taylor in 2006 and my son in 2026. Both delivered in the hype boost.

We will spend some time sharing the magic that my son’s 2026 Stanley is bringing the world. 2026’s story is still unfolding.

This blog post is about the 2006 Stanley Cup Replica, and its creator, Durham Taylor.

Durham Taylor holding his replica Stanley Cup on the town in Raleigh June, 2006 after the Canes beat the Oilers game 7.

Durham was a great friend and extremely interesting character. Everyone who lived in Raleigh for any significant period over the last forty years has at least twelve quality stories about Durham.

Unfortunately, Durham’s story ended three years ago this month, but stories about him will never die. I have several, but this brief blog post is the story of the Stanley Cup he made and brought over to my house to watch Game 7 of the 2006 Stanley Cup Final.

Durham Taylor was many things, among them he was a very skilled carpenter. He built the unusually shaped deck for my old pad that he is standing on. (It was an unusual space he filled, and remains a fantastic little deck.)

Durham made quite a few beautiful and functional things. This cup is no exception.

Note that Durham’s Stanley composition is a wide base with a terraced pattern. It was fairly durable and functional. The wide base allowed us to acquire signatures that were gradually scribed into its glory.

The Stanley cup brought much honor to our household. We had been following the Canes closely that season and having this totem surely altered the games outcome.

I’m pleased that we recorded the last ten seconds of the game. That is our friend Durham screaming ‘Hell Yeah Bitches!’

It was a functional, following the game we filled it up and quenched our thirst from it.

Everyone got to have a pour from it.

A cup that magnificent could not be contained in our simple abode. Following the game, the cup made it up to the pub up the street.

Alas, after the first pub, my story and the cup’s story diverge. Some people say it spontaneously combusted at the 4th establishment it visited that evening.

Perhaps it is best that the fate of Durham Taylor’s Replica Stanley Cup remains unknown. Whilst its time on this earth was brief, the Cup certainly affected the planet’s rotation.

SPRING BREAK!

I’m going to take a running log of our exploits.

Saturday and Sunday and Monday were all about hockey.

Boy plucked this slapshot down, hurling style during his game Sunday, Ace got physical.

Sunday #15 was on fire.

Nope!

I’m very pleased that he took my advice to stretch. It’s important to stay loose and let the lactic acid escape. Plus when you stretch and your opponent sees you, it messes with their mind.

Here he is benched with two other worthy champion defensemen. When at least one of these boys are on the ice, we are reassured that the outcome would be positive. Alas, here the three are on the bench and yes the Brass Bonanza lost 2-1.

Polar Ice House League Elite Defenders

Yes, the team is now called Brass Bonanza. Let me spare you the Google search now, just know it is awesome.

Go ahead listen to it again. It’s awesome, and we will wait at the next punctuation mark for you.

Monday involved more hockey and camaraderie.

That’s my tax guy right there.

There was more hockey to be had. Oh yes. Spring Break Hockey, the purest.

Dropped in on the Canes v Canadiens NHL game. Canes brought a barrage, but fell 3-1 in their third loss to the Canadiens this season. Still had a blast. Ace got to watch the Devil’s game the day before, different outcome. Lucky dude.

I ran into the Canes General Manager, Eric Tulsky in crowd as I was looking for some snacks for Ace. Told him he was doing a great job, have him a thumbs up. Mr. Tulsky gave me a befuddled smile and I went back to the seat. Canes played great but couldn’t deliver against Montreal.

Great time, but that game was trash

Boy had a lot of hustle Monday evening and it was less a practice and more a tour de force.

Really pleased with the new laces I got the boy

The day after practice, decided to check out New Orleans. Checked out the aquarium, place had a nice vibe.

Baby penguin with a lovie

Baby gators
Penguin friends
Chomp the albino gators
Moon jellies
Jaws

Kicked out around the city. Saw some amazing things

Monument to the immigrant
Lee Harvey Oswald’s family tomb
Looking for spirits among a 900 year live oak
Bayou

Spent some time in Gulf Shores, nice people good strand.

Sandy feet
Ace spent more time in the water than the rest of the beach combined. Evidently 78° is too cold

Triumphs and Defeat in the Youth Hockey Arena

I’ve been taking a lot of photos of my son’s U10 House League team this season.

This season has been a challenge for him. Whereas last year he was a rookie on a team filled with talented (and gracious) teammates, coaches, and parents which culminated in a championship, this year his crew is comprised of mainly newcomers. Applying the lessons learned as a veteran and sharing it with the less successful is a different skill set playing up with competitive and focused collaborators. He is learning with this change.

Our #15 has been turning it on, playing in a road tournament, skating against kids who have been playing a lot longer and work hard at their sport. When he came back to House League early this year, he played hungry, scoring a goal on a long drive around the rink.

Yesterday, he had a double header, first being at 6:30 in the morning across town. #15 skated well, delivering a huge assist, clearing the D-zone to a friend across the ice.

While he played like a beast holding the line with his shift (and ended up a +2), his team was outplayed, losing 5-2.

#15’s second game yesterday occurred later in the morning. More evenly matched than the first contest, our son put on a hell of a show. He skated quickly and worked hard, executing graceful and rigorous maneuvers on the ice I had no idea he was capable of. His grandparents that came to watch the game were effervescent, as would be expected, but many of the team parents were just as surprised by his performance.

Alas, as with the earlier game, the Cyclones did not prevail. Down by 1 with 40 seconds left, the Cyclone center won the draw, and your left defenseman gathered the puck, and wound around his goal, building up speed to barrel up the boards. The Cyclone parents, gazing through the glass, raised their voices as #15 stormed up the rink with the puck. As he punched past the blue line into the neutral zone with the puck, he was as a freight train passing through school buses. Ecstatic voices in the crowd grew louder.

The high water mark for #15’s surge was just inside the scoring zone, puck removed from our protagonist as he slid out on the ice, a handful of seconds left on the clock.

#15 was crestfallen, he had not seen what we had. Kid left 100% out there, and delighted the audience with his verve and determination.

My favorite photo taken yesterday was a few moments after the end of the game. The amount of snow on his pants and jersey tells the tail. Everyone wants to make the big goal and win the game, I think the story, and the real prize, is found right beside the competitors with watery eyes, breathing heavy with nothing more to give.