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Heading back up the driveway, Aussie was pulling me along, knowing a treat waited at the other side of our side door. Little did I know that there was also something waiting for me on the other side of that door.

Now, Mrs. Robinson has endured a tremendous amount of impulsive activity on her husband’s part since shortly after we met in the summer of 2000. (True story: we met at my family reunion — she was there as a guest of my cousin and is not an actual relative.)

Our first date a few days later included three table changes, ostensibly because the sun was in my eyes. In reality, I was so nervous, I needed to get out of the sun because I was paranoid that she would notice I was sweating (my sunglasses would have solved the sun issue but remained tucked nicely inside a pocket so as not to give away my ruse).

She didn’t notice a thing. The date went well, as did subsequent ones. I think she even started to like me. Poor woman.

We were married in November 2003. The Leafs were in the midst of a western trip and tied the San Jose Sharks 2–2 on our wedding night. The marriage got off to a good start: she said all the right things about my wedding speech, in which I made reference to not having children until the Leafs win the Stanley Cup.