April Fool’s day should be renamed “smother-some-feces-on-everyone-day,” for all I’m concerned.

This past Wednesday, my employer played a cruel – nay, dastardly! – trick on its employees*.

As a preface, I’d like to inform people that I work for an employer (insert disclaimer here!) whose industry peers include an organization that owns a majority stake in Maple Leafs Sports and Entertainment (aka the Toronto Maple Leafs and Toronto Raptors). Additionally, rumors surfaced about a week ago that owner George Gillett was interested in selling the Montreal Canadiens hockey franchise.

Using that as kindling, the communications group sent out an employees-only wire with a headline stating that the company had purchased a major stake in the Montreal Canadiens. From the mini-prelude above, you’ll note that this was not out of the realm of possibility. I was ready to call everyone I knew to announce I was by default a part-owner of the Canadiens – the team I grew up cheering for! A boy’s dream come true – (that is, after you realize you’re not good enough to play the sport for a living). Everything was right in the world.

Needless to say, it only took me a few minutes of re-reading the communique to realize what was going on – but not after I had fooled myself into thinking how awesome this could be.

*(In all honesty it was a well-executed piece of bravura).

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And now for something completely different.
Last night’s Cavs-Wizards basketball game was an exercise in enlightenment. For it seems that the Washington Wizards, for a brief period from 1962-1963, were known as the Chicago Zephyrs. In a remembrance of things past, the Wizards wore vintage “Zephyrs” jerseys (not so much throwbacks, but still very nice).

I must say, despite not having worn a jersey of any kind since high school, I want one. Even if it is for the sole purpose of telling Mattingly to shave those sideburns.