Hockey. I've mentioned before how much I love the sport, haven't I? Oh, I'm sure I have...perhaps you didn't read that blog? You say that you check every day for a new post and have been disappointed lately? Oh, I'm sorry about that--work and whatnot, eh? At any rate, back to hockey. The Stars, you know, have a comfortable lead in the Pacific Division, so we'll be heading to the playoffs. In fact, we play division rival the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim tonight. We played them last Monday as well, if you'll remember. Knowing that I was a hockey fan, the CEO of my company gave me tickets a few rows back from the glass. Pretty sweet...Shank and I were both grateful for the tickets.
Then came Friday, which is, if you'll remember, the last day of the work week. Dallas was playing the Blackhawks that night...unfortunately, we didn't seem to have tickets for said game. Then my CEO sauntered over to my humble cube.
"So, you have tickets for tonights' game?" he asked, causing me to grow excited at the prospect of more free tickets.
"Unfortunately, no," I replied.
"Good," said my CEO as he produced an envelope and handed it to me, "then you should have no problem using these..."
In glorious anticipation I looked at the label on the envelope...only to find they were tickets to that night's Texas Tornado
What a dick...