As the sun rose on the shores of Lake Superior, Hotdog Lunch was just driving into Ottawa for the first time in his professional career. The first time he had ever driven to any city, let alone in a old food truck packed to the brim with all of his life's belongings. Small trinkets from the Wisconsin state fair, old family photos, and enough hotdogs to feed the whole team for at least a week (still waiting on that rookie contract money). This was where Hotdog would face his first real test - parallel parking. Typically the only other time he would park have to park back home was when he need to drop off more ice from his families ice farm. This was a whole new beast, and not one that he was at all prepared for... No one ever expects a 19 point turn.

After finally getting into the spot, Hotdog did what he always did on a long road trip - He fired up the flatiron grill in the truck and started to get his lunch ready. After preparing a feast for the team, he slowly loaded all the hogs into a aluminum pan, covered the top with foil and started walking towards the door. There he would struggle in mortal combat against the door, not realizing that it was indeed not a push-to-open door like he had thought, but instead had a handle to open outward.

He slowly started to reach down to set the tray on the ground when he heard someone yell "Wait, I'll get that door for you."

Hotdog shot up and slowly realized he was at eye level with none other than his new GM Maurice O'Brady (@Frenchie ). A wave of sudden nervousness shot down Hotdogs spine as he thought to himself "I hope this gift is enough".

Maurice asks "What do ya got there kid?"

To which Lunch responds "A large pile of hotdogs, sir."

While slighting chuckling he asks "Can I see what you've made?"

Hotdog pulls back some of the foil so Maurice can see all the dogs in their glory. He looks up at Lunch with a slight grin and says "Welcome to the team, I think I know some people that would love these. Follow me"

Lunch follows his new GM into the locker room where he is met with all these new faces of all these great people. All of Hotdog's anxiety seemed to melt away as he went around the room introducing himself and learning a bit about each of them as well. He was finally in a place where he felt like home.

After some quick banter and a slight rest to get a bit adjusted to the room, Maurice makes his way back over to Hotdog and congratulates him one more time for being drafted to the team. Right as Maurice is about to walk out, he stops quick, looks at Lunch and says "Wait until you try the steamé in Montréal"