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Wendy Wynn Welsh is from Surrey, British Columbia, married 27 1/2 years, two kids, one grandkid, and it took her the past 10 years to find her calling: writing. Humour, sarcasm, truth, it all goes into what she puts out, except where her husband is concerned. Her advice: Never give up on life, when the worst hits you in the face, fight back the best you can.
CLIFF RONNING By Wendy Wynn Welsh
What is this saying, “Celebrity Obsession?” Would that be when you pick up Webster’s dictionary, look it up and see a picture of me? I’ve had so many obsessions it’s hard to pick just one, maybe I’ll eventually write about all of them. I’m so far gone when I decide that one celebrity, one star is going to be my new flavour of the month, year, millennium? I’ll start at where my old age can remember!
Cliff Ronning…never heard of him? He’s a hockey player, played for someone else then was traded to Vancouver, Canucks in the latter half of 1993. All I could remember was the dreamy eyes and the taut, very visual butt he sported. I was heavily into hockey at the time, collected cards, bought posters, went out at godless hours to stand in line for autograph signings. I paid outrageous prices to attend games, get autographs from out of town players and equipment sales, like I needed a practice jersey for what, a new apron to do housework in?
The Canucks pushed Cliff by sending him out weekend after weekend that summer to do meet and greets and sign for the fans before he’d be a regular player that following 1994 season. I never failed to show up for one of his signings, problem is, he started to notice. Have you ever had that, open mouth and out comes something before the brain kicks in and says shut up? First autograph session at a small sport card shop, we stood for four hours, with two very young kids in line waiting. When the man of the hour showed up with his buddy and newly acquired Canuck, Jeff Courtnall, I managed to yell out “Nice bum”. This in front of my 9 and 7 year old boys, my husband, and about 30 other fans. What was worse, he heard it, followed the sound of my voice and looked me straight in the eye with an evil grin just before entering the store. (more…)