My Uncle's Tice Story
Just got back from visiting my uncle at Christmas, who lives in Apple Valley. He's not a particular fan of any team, but he did relay his Tice story to me.
My uncle was at a high school soccer game, sparcely attended (my uncle is a soccer coach). He was sitting up in the stands when Mike Tice, who apparently was looking for his daughter, who I think was playing, walking in just underneath where my uncle was sitting.
My uncle, trying to be funny, said, "Hey Mike! Aren't you in the wrong stadium?"
Mike apparently turned around with either an intimidating or confused look and said, "What are you talking about?"
Uncle: "I said, are you in the wrong stadium?"
Tice: "I don't get what you're talking about. What the h*** are you talking about?"
Uncle: "I was making a joke. That your stadium is over in Eden Prairie. You're in the wrong stadium".
Tice: "Oh. How about, 'Hello, Mike. How are you doing'? instead of trying to be funny."
Uncle: "Well, how about having a sense of humor?"
My uncle did say that he was either quite dense or very cocky. My uncle, who is 57, bald, and a little chubby, was actually looking for Tice later to confront him again, but then caught a hold of how tall and wide he was, and thought better of it.
No point...just thought of you all as he told me the story.
Have you ever seen a race of turtles, and they all go the wrong way instead of towards the finish line?
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