Margaret and I had a gig scheduled during the last play off game the sixth time the Chicago Bulls won the championship. We were a mere 50 miles from Chicago. I twisted some arms on the promise that we would end the first set in time for them to get home to watch the game. My folks come to about one of our concerts a year, when we play locally. If they hadn't been in the audience for the second half, we would have had two bored wait persons. I drove the band back to Chicago hoping I could get everyone home before the mayhem erupted (almost made it too).