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So, it's the weekend before opening night, and out of nowhere, Blade Hunter ends up with the job of changing every single one of those lights. Why? Well, let me take you back a couple of days. See, the truth is, I accidentally ticked off the GM. I was in the locker room after practice, cracking some jokes with the boys, when someone brought up how tight the GM’s been lately about spending. So, without thinking I start saying stuff like, "Maybe we should start buying our own pucks," or, "He’s probably gonna have us renting our skates next." You know, typical locker room banter. Well, turns out, the GM overheard me. And even though it was all in good fun, he wasn’t having it. The next day, I get called into his office, and he’s all serious, telling me I need to "watch my attitude." I’m thinking it’ll blow over, but then suddenly, I’m getting assigned the job to swap out every fricken bulb in the stadium. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Now, do I refuse? Nah, man, that ain’t me. If they want to throw some petty punishment my way, I’ll take it. So there I am, spending the whole weekend changing out those lights, one by one. It's not easy, either. Those stadium lights are high up, and I'm no electrician, but I figure it out. Got a couple of the guys laughing at me, but hey, it’s better than sitting at home fuming about it. As I’m up there on those ladders, I’m thinking, maybe I’ll use this to my advantage. I mean, the GM’s watching, probably expecting me to throw a fit, butI get the job done. No complaints, no attitude. It’s not like they can hold this over my head later, right? So I put my head down and grind through it. By Sunday night, the stadium’s lit up, and I walk out of there knowing I did what I had to do. Let the GM throw what he wants at me and I’ll take it in stride. But come opening night? I’ll be back on the ice, ready to light up the game like those brand new bulbs above me.