A customer-turned-friend called me up the other day, asked me what I was going to be doing this evening; aside from being nervous about Martin’s impending surgery – not much. Would I like to come to a Sens game? Versus the Blackhawks? Free? Sure!

Oh, your step-Father’s season’s tickets eh? Those are pretty close to the ice right? Second row… wow.

Buffet Dinner too? Gee, didn’t I already say yes? Twist my arm!