St. Peter and Satan were having an argument one day about hockey. Satan proposed a game to be played on neutral ice between a select team from the heavenly host and his own hand-picked boys.
”Very well,” said the gatekeeper of Heaven. ”But you realize, I hope, that we’ve got all the good players and the best coaches.”
”I know, and that’s all right,” Satan answered unperturbed, ”We’ve got all the referees.”
Sandy came to work one day, limping something awful. One of his co-workers, Joe, noticed and asked Sandy what happened.
Sandy replied, ”Oh, nothing. It’s just an old hockey injury that acts up once in a while.”
Joe, ”Gee, I never knew you played hockey.”
Sandy, ”Oh I don’t play. I hurt it last year when I lost $100 on the Stanley Cup play-offs. I got mad and put my foot through the television.”