Back when I used to go to San Jose on business in the early 2000's, I would meet my Shark fan friend for games in SJ. The Sharks used to be sort of adorable ten years ago, until they started whoopin' up on us. 
Anyway, we went to McCormick and Schmick's for dinner one evening, when the Wings were in town... like, kind of hoping, you know? Their hotel (San Jose Fairmont) was next door, across a courtyard from Mick and Schmick's. As we went in the front door, a group of very tall and well-dressed men were leaving. Luc Robitaille held the door open for us. He kind of bowed and waved us through, smiling. My eyeballs were about even with his pecs, which was a rather nice view, in and of itself.
Mac and Shanny pretty much ran over us, but Luc was a gentleman. I recall that he smelled really good.
The next morning, I went to Starbucks (behind the hotel) and got coffees. My friend was still in bed at our hotel, so she missed out. Neener~ D-Mac was there, and he held the door open for me, smiling so sweetly with his missing teeth. I adored him, too, and told him so! He said was very happy to know that, and his side-kick, Avery, was laughing.
My one and only D-Mac autograph says "To Linda, You ROCK! love Darren McCarty" - I love you, too, Mac.
As much as everyone hates Avery now, he was a very cute puppy-rookie Wing. He cleaned up very nicely. I had seen him the night before the game, sitting alone in a courtyard area outside the hotel, so I went over to say hi. He was surprised that I knew who he was and so pleased with the attention. It was very sweet. I still remember what he had on - olive green silk turtle neck and darker olive trousers, with a gold chain that was worth more than my car (new), and gorgeous Italian loafers. The guy could dress, even then!
And those are my decade-old Wing stories. Haven't seen them much since, so I don't have anything to add (yet!)
