I suppose the beauty of blogdom is that I can write about one of my true passions that it became harder and harder to discuss on the air — because nobody cares much about it but me and Hockey Meg.
Tonight, we will pimp the puck in my condo!
Preds and Sharks…8 p.m…preceeded by a nice Dice K start at Fenway for my wife (she hasn’t seen much ball yet this season) and O’s-Tigers (maybe, if the sky doesn’t explode).
But…it’s a BIG sports night here as Hockey Meg and Agent Orange (licking his wounds from the 3-5 start) arrive with divergent agendas. Thank god for the remote!
Anyway, hope everyone who is reading my hooey has a big sports night planned, even if it doesn’t include the greatest chase of the sports year — the chase for the hoisting of Lord Stanley’s goblet!
Barry Trotz promised me that I could drink from the Cup in the locker room if the Preds win.
Man, that would be the GREATEST!!!!!!
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Game on…
(most of you won’t know what that means, but hockey fans will!)
I might even throw on the first few minutes of Slapshot just to get fired up…
“You go to da box…you feel shame…”
Where’s Gary Thorne tonight!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
