So right before the first game that Bruce is coaching at home, I walk into the hallway near the locker room. Coach comes out from a meeting and bumps right into me.

He says, “Err…hi – how you doing?”

I say, “You wired up yet?”

He says, “What do you mean?”

I say, “Didn’t George tell you?”

Coach says, “Tell me what?”

I say – seriously – “Oh, you didn’t get briefed, sorry. You take an ear piece and I have a mic in the owner’s box. I have a better view of the game from there and I call in all line changes during home games.”

Bruce says, “Very funny. You are kidding, right?”

Long pause. Silence. Deep eye contact. Guffaws follow.

We both laugh. I give him a hug and wish him well. I tell him to have fun out there. I leave him alone always and so far so good. Go Caps!