With one week left before the season begins, I thought it would be a good idea to discuss the daily routine of a fan. Certain things must be carefully managed. A significant consideration is that you must have daily rations and supplies in place before the season begins. Of course, all financial transactions must go through the Financial Aid General Manager (FAGM), who then passes them through the Nutritional General Manager. Instead of explaining, let’s get a sneak peek at the negotiations.
The snacks
First of all, there are too many kinds of snacks to discuss. Therefore, I will limit my comments to potato chip negotiations for this post. Now you must understand that the amount of chips is not to be taken lightly. The formula to determine how many bags are required is two bags multiplied by the stress level of the game. The stress level of the game is mainly dependent on the opponent. For this example, it is the Oilers. The stress level works out to be 6.5. I round it off to 7 to make the math easier.
Before beginning negotiations, I don the required protection, including eye shield, athletic cup, and helmet.
Me:
As you know, dear, it is hockey season. We must, once again, discuss the food rations formula according to the team. I recommend mediation if negotiations go south. Singing Kumbaya together is optional.
FAGM:
And what obscure formula are you using to determine the amount of potato chips you need?
Me:
I have determined the optimum number to be two bags multiplied by the stress level, which is dependent on the opponent.
FAGM:
Who is the opponent?
Me:
The Edmonton Oilers, which causes me a stress level of 6.5.
FAGM:
So you want 13 bags of chips? That is not happening!
Me:
You are not being fair. You are a little close-minded, don’t you think, sweetie? I call for a mediator.
FAGM:
Fine, I will call my mother.
Me:
NOT FAIR. SHE WILL NOT BE UNBIASED. This protest is followed by hand gestures. Hand gestures are considered an act of war.
I did not realize what I had done until I saw the FAGM had gone into the kitchen to find the right frying pan. That gives me approximately a 10-second lead. I declare the negotiations to be on hold and run for my life. FAGM chases after me with said pan and locks the door behind me.
Negotiations on being allowed back into the house commence. The FAGM determines the fines and tariffs against me. Usually, this involves begging and flowers. I now have to wait for the Judge’s (father-in-law’s) decision. Oh no—he is a tough judge!
Maybe this hockey tradition is overrated. Or perhaps I overthink it too much. Maybe next year, I will just dip into the general slush fund.
Wait, is FAGM watching me? Am I in trouble? Who can I trust? How diabolical is she?
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