By Saturday morning, he was scrambling for tickets for his family and friends. Players get two for free. Abbott had to pay $100 each for seven more. Yet he still didn't know if he'd be playing for sure. He didn't get the nod until partway through the warmup when head coach Randy Carlyle gave him the good news.
Which brings us to the pre-game introduction.
Standing on the blue line listening to the crowd sing the anthem, he took it all in just like that earlier version of him at Maple Leaf Gardens.
Then he got to work. Midway through the first period on one of his first big-league shifts, he drove hard to the net and nearly deflected a shot past Craig Anderson. Then, scrambling to his feet after being knocked down, he hustled back to make a terrific defensive play, likely saving a goal.
It showed he belonged.
On Sunday night, he was back with the Marlies. He got an assist. But, by then, he'd already joined the short list of Hamiltonians who've ever had the chance to wear the blue and white.
"Your main goal as a hockey player is to play in the NHL some day," he says. "I can say I've done that now."
He stops for a second, but only for a second, before finishing his thought.
"Not that I'm satisfied."