Shit man, I'm never going to get away from this am I?
So one night, a bunch of us and I were having a post season party in which we drank at night, and built jumps on a manky pile of snow leftover during the day.
Last year at HN, I got to know JF a bit, and he gave me his phonenumber in Tremblant for if I was ever there. 'I'll get you so drunk it kill half your braincells' I believe he said.
So one night at our festivities, and after I'd injested more beer and vodka than I had in quite some time, somehow JF's number came out and somebody thought it would be really funny to call him.
So, being my idiot self, I picked up the phone and started dialing. I really didn't mean to take it that far, I was just faking everybody out. However, his message machine picked up and I proceeded to leave a fake message.
Ha, ha... I figure that's the end of it. However, the next day when I check my messages there is one from the one and only JF cusson. Apparently he had call display or something.
So that's it. I called JF in a drunken stupour and he called me back.
If anyone ever brings this up again, I'll beat them to death with a 25-pound sockeye salmon.