Mike Myers walks around Manhattan with a hockey stick

Reading around for Colbert info leads me to a rare dip into Gawker, which delightfully turns up this:

One stalker sighting we keep receiving and deleting usually looks like this:
9:30 PM: Mike Myers, Barrio Chino, carrying a hockey stick.
Why do we keep tossing Shrek aside? Because every single sighting we get of Mike Myers involves him carrying a hockey stick. Sunday morning mass? Hockey stick. Black-tie fundraiser at Cipriani? Hockey stick. It’s just absurd, we thought, and it seemed like a well-organized prank, a la Clooney, to flood the site with fake sightings.
Until we saw him last night, walking into Max Fish, carrying a hockey stick.

What I really like about this is that about two Sundays ago, I saw Mike Myers walking briskly down Mercer Street near Broome in a Canadian hockey jersey carrying a hockey stick. I remarked upon it to Nyx, but she didn't clock him because he was moving so fast.

It happens that I've previously weirded out Mike Myers. About four years ago he and his wife came into 7A, the diner on the corner of my old block in the East Village. I was eating breakfast and reading the paper and he sat a few tables over, directly in my line of sight were I to look up from my Times. Which of course I did, because let's face it, he's made many of us laugh our arses off plenty of times. We made eye contact once, then twice about a minute later. Then he stood up and swapped chairs with his wife.

By the way, nice to find an old picture of the twins back before they moved in with me.