It was the final day of the Winter Olympics, with Canada taking bronze in Ice Hockey, while the U.S. failed to make the top eight. That meant Brian Burke owed us a debt, and we told him to meet us at a local karaoke bar to pay up. When Brian walked in, his face was pale and sullen, but a bet's a bet, and Burkie was too principled to back out. "All right, let's get this over with" he said, as he picked up the mic and fearlessly cleared his throat.
The music kicked in and Burkie started bellowing like a goat in heat. "Oh Canada, our home and native land... True patriot love in all thy son's command..."
GM/HC: Hold it, hold it! That's too painful to go on." Burke look surprised, as if no one had ever told him how bad his singing was. "Just don't quit your day job."
GM/HC: "Brian, you're an honorable guy for living up to that, so let's get to the real reason we're all here, as of today we're appointing you AGM." (Assistant General Manager). "But there is one condition, you have to promise you'll never sing again!"
