My brother-in-law invites me to a hockey game. He has two
very good tickets, he says on my voicemail. I don't like my
brother-in-law. I find him arrogant. I don't like the way
he treats my sister, as if he were much more intelligent than
My girlfriend says, "Why don't you go? It'll make your
sister happy. Besides, when was the last time you went to
a Canadiens game?"
I decide to go.
My brother-in-law picks me up and in the car he's in a good
mood. I try to be pleasant.
During the game we drink a few beers and after two periods
it's 3-0 for us. Each time Montreal scores my brother-in-law
and I jump to our feet and high-five. The tickets are good.
Thanks to the score and, no doubt, the beer, I'm having a
In the third Boston ties the game.
The final horn blows and my brother-in-law downs the rest
of his beer and says, "This fuckin game, it's like being
married to your sister."
Jean-Gérald Charbonneau never saw it when it came.