Kismet, This one's for you.
Subject: True Hockey Fan
It's 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 neighbor if someone will
be sitting there. "No," says the neighbor. "The seat is empty." "This is incredible", said the man. "Who
in their right mind would have a seat like this for the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs and not
use it?"
The neighbor 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 neighbor to take the seat?
"The man shakes his head "No. They're all at the funeral."