happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there
“He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” — Clarence Budington Kelland
Subject: A Hockey Story
Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at center ice. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty.
He leans over and asks his neighbour if someone will be sitting there.
“No,” says the neighbour. “The seat is empty.”
“This is incredible,” said the man. “Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs and not use it?”
The neighbour says, “Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Stanley Cup we haven’t been to together since we got married in 1967.”
“Oh … I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. But couldn’t you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbour to take the seat?”
The man shakes his head “No. They’re all at her funeral.”
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Steve says he would reschedule. The funeral. So he could be there with me! Amor, amor…
June 15th, 2011 | #