"I'm sorry," said the bedraggled father to his children with a quivering lip. "I know you want those toys for Christmas, but... you see..."
His voice faltered. It was mid-November, and there hadn't been much work of late. The poster factory where he worked hadn't produced any new NBA posters since June. He'd been lucky enough not to get laid off like so many of his buddies, but hours were getting short, and he wanted to let the kids know ahead of time this year, things might be a bit short.
But as he started to tell them, his phone rang.
"What's that, you said? J.J. -- J.J. Hickson did what?"
In the middle of the night, the printing presses at the poster factory whirred on with a start, and the NBA season had truly begun.