Almost my last night in Latvia, I travelled to a small town called Ogre to watch the local team play against one of the only two 'real' teams in Latvia.
The rink was very small and the crowd was very local. I heard that Karlis Skrastins and Darby Hendriksons from the NHL were playing so I thought it would be neat to see them.
At one point I decided to poke my camera through a hole in the netting and take a couple pictures. When I looked down, I was surrounded by about 7 ten year old kids. One with long blond hair asked me something in Latvian and I responded with "Engleski?" (Speak english?). They left excitedly only to come back and ask in broken English to see if I had come to see Darby. I said yes and they pointed him out to me as well as Skrastich who was sitting two rows behind me wearing goofy looking cornrows. (At least I assume that was Skrastich - Everyone else had the russian style buzz cuts, so he did stand out a bit).
They were very cute and some had these black marker pens and would crowd the players bench, presumably looking for autographs.
Three of them asked me for my autograph. I don't know why - perhaps they imagined I was some sort of scout from the NHL. So I signed two programs and one picture of Darby Hendrikson "Sean from Canada". I should have written something more personal or funny ("keep your stick on the ice" , "nice game eh?", or something) but I hadn't been asked to sign autographs before and therefore didn't have my own catch phrases ready.
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