The Joe was Angry Last Night, My Friends

George: The Joe was angry last night, my friends… Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. I got about fifty feet out, and suddenly…the great mass of angry fans appeared before me. I tell you, twenty thousand strong! As if sensing my presence, they let out a great bellow. I said, “Easy, big fellas!” And then, as I watched them struggling, I realized that something was obstructing its team from making the play-offs. From where I was standing, I could see directly into the eye of the great mass of Canadians.

Jerry: Michiganders.

George: Whatever.

Kramer: Well, what did you do next?

George: Well then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right in the locker room! Face to face with the Babcock. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me but I knew something was there. So I reached my hand in, felt around, and pulled out the obstruction!