My uncle, his name is Mitchell (they called him “Mickey” for short) was an old timey hockey player from way back when, who was playing in the league championship game. The winner of the championship would take home a set of jerseys, a stick bag, and 2 cases of the finest beer!
The game went well, my uncle won and the party was rowdy in the locker room after the game. This happened to be right in the middle of playoffs for the National Hockey League, you see, and so all of the old timers had each just won their own piece of the Stanley Cup, and they sure were not gonna let anyone take it away from them.
The problem is, 14 guys go through 2 cases of beer fairly quickly when celebrating, and so they were forced to send out three guys, two of whom were unable to drink because of past liver/kidney problems, and one who, for whatever reason, simply didn't drink. Their names, believe it or not, were Jack Frost, Richard Nixon and Chuck Brown. Everyone called Chuck "Charlie."
The party was rolling along, and finally the beer was completely out, and the boys were getting restless waiting to be re-supplied. Suddenly, amidst all the din, my uncle, the captain, heard his phone ring.
"Hello, Mike, um...we're in a bit of trouble here Mickey o pal of mine, I need you to talk to the cops for us," said Richard, and slightly agitated he was too. Apparently, the ice was slippery and the car had been swerving, so the three men were pulled over. Upon the cop's arrival to the driver side window, the cop looked in to see three men in 'lowers:' hockey pants, socks, shin pads, cups and garters.
When he asked the driver to produce his license, the driver balked. "You see officer," Richard said, "we just finished winning the men's league championship, and we're going on a beer run for the rest of the boys. I didn't change before I left, so I don't have my license with me."
"And your name?" "Richard Nixon." "I see" commented the police officer. "And where are your secret service agents Mr. President”… the cop sarcastically added. “And what are your names, fellas?" he asked the two men in the front and back seats. "Charlie Brown, sir." "And you?" "Jack Frost." Why did I asked the cop replied.
Now, the cop figured he had a few wise guys on his hands, so he hauled them into the station and forced them to validate their claims. They called my uncle. "So Mickey, if you could just talk to the cops," Richard said, "we’d be back there in no time." My uncle, who was beginning to see the humour in the situation agreed, and talked to the cop. "You say these men are, who they say they are?"
"Yes officer, Richard Nixon, Jack Frost, and Charlie Brown sir." "And you're not pulling my leg here are you?" "No, sir," he said, "Nixon, Frost and Brown are three of our teammates, sir." Matter of fact, that's our first line power play!" The officer hesitated for a moment and then said well okay…. They’ll be on their way back then… what’s your name for the record please. My uncle replied "Mickey, officer." And your last name! M..o..u..s..e! True Story