Okay, let's tell a sports joke for change... did anybody follow the Stanley Cup finals? If you did, good... then you might get this.
It was two weeks after the finals, and the Flames Captain Jarome Iginla hadn't ventured to stick his nose out from his flat, so ashamed and afraid of the fans he was. But finally, when the supplies were running out, Mr. Iginla decided to go out, just for a quick visit to the store.
But not without a disguise. Iginla pulled on an old dress, wore a woolly cap and a wig and practiced a walk bent upright a little. Finally a walking stick in hand and he would go perfectly for a harmless old grandma.
Iginla got to the store, took what he needed (lot of canned goods, of course), and was heading to the cash register to pay them when he heard a voice say behind him: "Hi, Jaro!"
Iginla got so scared that he left his cart there where it was and scurried off the store, back to his apartment. He waited a couple of hours, then decided to try again. Again to the store, quick pick-up for what he needed and he was heading out. Then it happened again.
"Hey, Jaro!"
"You must be mistaken..." Iginla squaked without looking behind him and quickly left the store.
Third try. Again, the grandma costume on and to buy the foodstuffs. When he was picking up the goods an old lady came standing beside him, and carefully asked: "Jaro?"
Iginla shrieked again, but this time decided to face his fate whatever it was.
"Okay, I am Jarome Iginla. How did you recognize me?
"Don't you know me?" the old lady whispered, lifting her hat a bit. "Kipper here."