That was the only time I could tolerate Hughson doing hockey because they didn’t have him prerecord a message saying “What a fine mess he got himself into” for every time Messier scored.
Loved him doing baseball though.
I am currently reading The Reckoning by John Grisham. A WW2 hero from a small town in Mississippi kills a popular pastor and he takes his motive with him to his grave as he is executed for the murder.
A man was murdered and the police were unable to identify him. He had no ID on him or anything. They figure he was a baker as he was wearing a Cobs Bread shirt. Since they were unable to identify him, he was listed as a John Dough.