[Outside HSBC Arena]
"What the store man said must be true, right?" This question floated through Bob's head as he approached the entrance to HSBC Arena. Upon trying to enter, he was met by a somewhat unpleasant man with "SECURITY" printed across his shirt.
"What do you want?," he gruffly inquired. The security guard seemed less than interested in Bob's response.
"I'm here to see whoever is in charge of the Sabres," Bob nervously responded. The earlier encounter with the upset "Gladiator" fan had made Bob a little gunshy.
"Mr. Rigas only wants to see people who fit his description. 'The tools to finish the job,' he said."
"But I'm Bob Essensa!" Bob quickly pulled out his British Columbia driver's license to prove it.
"Oh my God, Mr. Essensa! I am so sorry! Please forgive me! Come on in!" The security guard quickly changed his demeanor to comply with that of the NHL superstar. "Wait! Before you go in, could you please sign my heel?"
Chapter 3 - Troll By The River