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A Day With The Cup: Justin Williams

Justin William's Day With The Cup

Justin Williams and his kids

“The first time I won the Cup (in 2006 with the Carolina Hurricanes), I brought it to my hometown in Cobourg, Ontario, Canada, and enjoyed it for that time,” Williams said. “And now I spend my summers in this area. So I want to show people even though I play hockey thousands of miles away, I’m still kind of part of the community here and I enjoy living here.”

Williams’ brother-in-law dropped to one knee and proposed to his girlfriend of six years, Dana, during a boat ride with family and friends. Dana said yes — which is always a plus — and the entire crew onboard, including Williams, can now say they witnessed something special. “This is for life,” Williams said. “We’re a part of the story they’re going to tell forever. I’m happy to be a part of it and I’m happy Kelly and I were able to accommodate her brother.”

• Northumberland Today: Former Cobourg player plays with Kings

“Your career and life isn’t going to go smoothly,” he said. “There are going to be bumps in the road. There are going to be times when someone says you’re not good enough, and I’ve certainly had those experiences, but I think all those experiences round out the type of person you become. You can’t listen to everybody, all you can do is listen to yourself and the people you care about and never give up.”
• Here’s a photo gallery of Justin William’s day with the Cup, courtesy the Hockey Hall Of Fame

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Here’s more of Justin’s brother proposal.

Game on! Justin got the guys back together to drop the puck, street hockey style. CAR!!!

Justin also brought the Cup into a courtroom in Ventnor City Hall.

Finally, Justin took the Cup for a stroll along the Atlantic City boardwalk.

A Day With The Cup: Jordan Nolan

A Day With The Cup: Jordan Nolan


Before taking time to pose for pictures with fans and friends, Jordan was presented with a special helmet adorned with his name and #71 as he was named honorary Garden River Fire Chief.
“When I first won it, my first thought was bringing it back to Garden River,” Nolan said. “We’re a very tight-knit community and we’re very proud people, so for me to bring it back here with the First Nations people and to go on the bridge that says ‘Indian Land’ it was a big moment for us.”  
• Nolan Living The Dream
“We knew we had a special team. We knew that everyone was playing at the top of their game and (captain Dustin) Brown was leading the way, him and Quicker (goalie Jonathan Quick). So we knew we had a good chance at taking a run at this thing.”  
“I went down to Manchester and worked hard, and I was called up (by the Kings),” he said. “I wasn’t sure if I was staying or if I was going to be sent back to the AHL. To be able to stay with the team all season, go to the playoffs, win the Stanley Cup and end up here, I don’t think I would have ever thought it would happen.”  
“I’ve been fortunate to do some things in life, but nothing compares to watching your son do it,” he said. “I never would have dreamed about this in my life. I was nervous. I was a parent. That was a great feeling, to watch your son go through something like this — being a parent versus being a coach and walking through it with him. It was a great experience and I’ll never forget it.”  
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Looking back at my Summer of Stanley

They see me rollinI
started riding my bike for health during a weight loss competition that I was in. 

It also coincided with the NHL Playoffs. I found that I
was filled with a lot of nervous energy watching the Kings play the
Vancouver Canucks in the first round again, and blowing off steam on my
bike seemed to work.

Like many other fans, I have a lot of old
Kings garb. I would always make it a point to wear something when I rode, as
sort of a way to represent the team while I hauled my fat ass up on my
mountain bike.

Very often, other cyclers would be wearing
their team of choice, be it the Lakers or Dodgers or USC. Usually, these
fans also wear old, well-worn items representing their respective
teams. Invariably, these things would be touting championships.

of the time, I’ll see title stuff from the Lakers, as well as USC’s
National Champion shirts and Angels World Series shirts. (Amazingly, I
haven’t come across a Ducks shirt yet, which is surprising considering
how close I live to Orange County.) I even saw someone wearing an old
Laker shirt from 1987, with caricatures of Kareem, Magic and Pat Riley
barely visible after years of wear.

As I would pass other fans on the bike paths,
wearing my old Kings gear, I would get fleeting smirks and condescending
glances from them. But I didn’t care. This team, these playoffs
felt different. Maybe it was the nervous energy that kept me riding, or
maybe it was superstition. All I knew is before I knew it, it became a

When the Kings knocked off the President’s Trophy-winning
Canucks, riding on game day became a must. I took it as a superstition. A healthy superstition. And as the team progressed
farther, I started to ride further. Toward the Stanley Cup Finals, I was
making it down to the beach, heading deeper into Orange County.

Rollin in the LBC
Slowly, I started seeing newly-pressed LA Kings shirts on other bike riders. It
was bizarre, but not unheard of. Everyone loves a winner in L.A.

the Kings defeated the Coyotes to the Finals, I was riding every
morning. I was so nervous, I needed to blow off that anxiety. I also made the decision to try and make it to one game. Just
one. I wanted to say I was there. So, thanks to the help of a good
friend, I secured tickets to Game 4.

Turns out, the Kings were on
the verge of sweeping the Devils, and Game 4 tickets were at a premium.
I remember riding down to the beach on Game Day, and I saw Kings swag
everywhere. It felt incredible. It felt as if Southern California was willing the Kings to win.

atmosphere was incredible outside Staples that night. Hundreds of
people were milling around L.A. Live, all clamoring for a ticket. My
buddy and I sidestepped the crazies and made our way inside. The
electricity prior to the faceoff was amazing, as fans were waving their
light tubes in unison and cheering wildly.

However, the Kings
lost Game 4 and I found myself shrugging my shoulders and thinking to
myself: “Figures.” There were three games left, and the Kings only
needed one win. But, as we all know, it’s the last win that is always
the hardest.

Game 5 came and went with another Devils victory,
and all the scenarios were running through my head as I rode my bike. As
I was at dinner, I got a text from my friend Ben that seemed too
good to be true.

Me at Game 6“Matt, I have tickets to Game 6. Interested?”

next morning, I was still in a state of shock. As I was riding down the
Bolsa Chica boardwalk, I did something I never do. 

I stopped.

walked my bike across the sand to an empty lifeguard tower. My mind was
racing and I needed some perspective. As I have done many times in the
past, I stared out at the relentless surf pounding the shore, a calm
washed over me. Out went 25 years of doubt and uncertainty. I remember
thinking to myself: “You are going to Game 6 and you will see the Kings
win the Stanley Cup.”

As we all know now, the Kings had a huge
first period. I have NEVER seen Staples more raucous. And when the clock
counted down the final ten seconds, it seemed as if the frustrations
from 47 years were finally exorcised. The Kings had won the Cup.

I now can understand and appreciate the feeling of rooting for a true champion.
Even though I don’t play on the ice, I feel an overwhelming sense of
pride for the players and my fellow fans. 


I allowed myself to bask in the glow of the Kings’ epic Cup run. Since then, I’ve watched Game 6 numerous times. I snapped up countless memorabilia commemorating the occasion. I posed with both of my kids for Chaz Curry’s fan project benefiting I got my chance to pose with the Stanley Cup when it was brought to the Los Angeles Times building. 

Now I ride my bike not just to burn off my nervous energy, but for fun. I bought my own championship hat, which I wear during my
rides. And instead of getting smirks or head shakes from Laker fans or Trojan fans or Angel fans, I
now get respectful head nods.

And now that the league and the players have gotten on the same page and have saved the season, I can once again get excited. Like many other fans, I was upset about this lockout, especially since it gives Kings fans an abridged opportunity to tell the rest of the league to suck it.
Don’t get me wrong, I still plan on doing that.

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