The NHL all-star game was this last weekend. It is a 90% friendly game among the best of the best in hockey. Since nobody’s trying to hurt each other, you can often see a lot of entertaining hockey played by some of the biggest names in the sport.
My cousin has his own business. On Friday he got a voicemail offering him four tickets to watch the game from a vendor’s suite, plus four passes to the after party/hospitality thing with a bunch of the players.
If you like hockey, this is a dream telephone call, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, something for which you'd reschedule an audience with the pope. So what did my cousin do? He didn’t bother checking his voicemail until today.
I feel so bad for him that I am vicariously in pain. I have changed my blog background to black in order to properly mourn. If you hear someone crying, that’s me. And probably him.