Yes, hello? Yes, my name is The Crusader from the College of the Holy Cross. May I speak to a "Mr. Stevenson"?
Oh, well, hello, Mr. Stevenson. How are you?
Yes, yes. Very good. No, I'm fine. I'm enjoying this nice spat of weather we've been having. Yes, quite nice. I might go and fix the gutters on my lookout turret tonight. No, sorry. Small joke. My apologies.
Anyway, the reason I'm calling, Mr. Stevenson, is that our school's men's lacrosse team is finishing its season tonight. What was that? Oh, yes. Well, the boys have had a bit of a tough go of it lately, but you know what they say: it's always darkest just before dawn.
Well, yes, you're right. It's dark as hell right now. No, no, no. The sun didn't burn out. Anyway . . . what was that? Yes, I'm sure the sun will rise tomorrow. You really have a weird sense of humor, Mr. Stevenson.
Again, Mr. Stevenson, the reason I'm calling is that our boys could sure use your support tonight out here in Worcester. Yes, "Woo-stah." Yes, I'm certain that's how you pronounce it. Yes . . . no . . . it's not "Wore-chester." "Woo-stah." Try and say it again. There you go.
Anyway, about that game tonight. Will we see you there? Tickets are free, boss.
Oh, I see. You'll be busy watching me fix the gutters on my lookout turret tonight. Very clever, Mr. Stevenson.
Yes, you too. Have a nice night.
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