I think the year was 2003. The Redwings were going for the Stanley Cup. I think it was Game 3. It turned out to be one of the longest games in Stanley Cup history. Three overtimes. I had been invited over to their house to watch the game. It got to be after midnight and Jerry (being a pastor and it being a Saturday night) decided to hit the sack. I was not thinking straight and I think he said something about taping the game. I told him I;d turn off the tape so he went to bed. Now I'm sitting by myself in the living room of someone else's house after midnight. Not good. But since I was there I figured I'd see the game through and then quietly leave. The Redwings won after the third overtime and I quietly cheered for them. I then turned off the tape, and quietly made my way to the door.Their house had an enclosed front porch with a wooden door separating the porch from the house. As I tried to quietly close the door to the porch, the door stuck and I, not realizing it, pulled right through it. It wouldn't have been a big deal had I not inadvertantly slammed the door...at 2am. So rather then a quiet exit, I left with a bang. The next day at church I asked Jerry if I'd been quiet. He said yes. Then I asked if he'd heard me leave. His response? "Everybody heard you leave!" However for some reason his kids slept through it so it wasn't a big deal. However, I still made it a point to make my exits and a more reasonable hour.