It was all worthless. All of Bob’s wacky foibles were rendered useless by one simple fact: Taylor was dead. All he had worked for, all the playoff teams he had led, all the awards, they were all meaningless now. Bob slowly exited the barrel and began the dirty deed of removing Taylor’s carcass from the wreckage. Bob turned to see the damage. Taylor was gone!
"Taylor," Bob screamed, "Where are you buddy?"
Being that Bob was at Niagara Falls and was surrounded by thousands of people named Taylor, he instantly heard thousands of people say, "Right here!" This was
not helpful to Bob.
"Dammit," said Bob, "Taylor Pyatt! Of the Sabres?"
No one responded.
What was Bob to do? His buddy was gone. Just then, his cell phone rang.
"Hello," said Bob, "Who the hell are you?"
"This is Lindy Ruff of the Sabres. The game starts in 15 minutes, where are you?"
"At the bottom of the falls."
"Oh. Well, get yourself here and dressed in 15 minutes. See you soon."
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Why didn’t you call me earlier?"
"I got the wrong number, some Russell Crowe guy."
"I see. I’ll be there."
Bob hung up. The search for Taylor would have to wait. It was game time.
Chapter 10 - Bob Versus The Canucks