Yesterday was my last day at work before I head off to college tomorrow. My boss is a big Pacers' fan, and we'd talk Pacers all the time when he was in. I asked him if he was getting me a going away present, like tickets to a game, specifically suite tickets. He said, "not quite suite tickets, but I got you something. I'll be back later for it." So, all night I'm anticipating his arrival with my gift, whatever it may be.
Finally, he shows up, holding a Pizza King cup with a jersey stuffed inside. It's a yellow flo-jo jersey, and as I pull it out of the cup I think, "this is nice - I wonder who it is..."
I unroll it.
Follow the line down from the shoulder.
At this point, I think to myself - Michael Jordan never played for us....
I turn it around, and to my terror, I was right.
That little punk got me an Artest jersey and says, "I couldn't let you leave empty-handed" with the biggest evil grin you've ever seen. ohh...