A great scene from Mexico

So not a heck of a lot happened in my series of writing last night. Basically toured cities along the eastern seaboard scouting their talent not really sure what Joe wanted him to do when he died.

It was some fun times with Jack and some NHL players who I decided would make an appearance.

Like I said not much happened but there was a funny exchange between Jack and Marcus when Marcus recounts a fun time in Mexico, that hopefully will make people smile today!

And Jill you were wondering whether or not Gary Bettman would make an appearance. I can assure you that he will be in the book somehow. A story about a hockey conspiracy without Gary Bettman is like a Scooby Doo movie without the suck!

“You trying to buy an NHL franchise?” Marcus asked Jack bluntly, as helped himself to a glass of a Heineken from a built in mini-keg. He mentally thanked Jack for renting a sweet ass limo and briefly thought about serenading the mini keg but perished the thought when he realized he wouldn’t do it justice without a mandolin.

“What? You were smoking up at the game and didn’t let me in on that action? I thought we were friends.” Jack was deeply offended and apparently still a drug user. Marcus had been off the stuff since he met Tori, one of the conditions of being able to date her. She had been demanding, but in a good way.

“What no! I haven’t had that stuff since… Mexico?” Really was it Mexico, Marcus reflected on how long it had been since he had puffed on a joint. In a wild night, he had mess with the bull and received the horns, literally.

He still had the scar across his back when he had attempted to streak across the field at a bull fight that was in progress. This was possibly the worse sport to rush the field naked at, especially as streaking is not appreciated in Mexico.

Marcus had received a scar that vaguely resembled Emilio Estevez circa The Mighty Ducks or the virgin Mary depending on how you looked at it. In fact the only reason Marcus didn’t get arrested and charge was because the guards were too terrified of charging a person with a scar that looked like Emilio Estevez. Well more likely the virgin Mary, but Emilio is huge down there. Mighty Ducks 3 even won Best Foreign Film at the Mexican equivalent of the Oscars.

Truth be told, someone Marcus was partying with probably paid the guards off. He had been slumming it up with some pretty young things who were there for spring break from the OC. In any case Marcus had learned his lesson and he had quit pot after meeting Tori in the following weeks. Marcus prayed Gary Bettman wouldn’t be stupid to try expanding to Mexico as Marcus was unsure whether he would be able to cross the border. But at the rate Gary was making stupid decisions there would be two teams left in Canada and a new Mexican Division making the NHL the first three country league in the North America. That ass hat kept Marcus up at night, to no ones surprise, drinking.

Back to the conversation… “Sorry Jack, I just overheard you talking to the other scouts about what teams were up for sale and I was just wondering.” Marcus quickly finished.

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