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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 her.
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 good time.

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.