A TRUE BLUE CANADIAN
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> 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.
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>"No," says the neighbor. "The seat is empty." "This is incredible", said the
>man.
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> "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for final game of the
>Stanley Cup playoffs and not use it?"
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>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."
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>"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?"
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>The man shakes his head "No. They're all at the funeral."
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