So last Sunday started with a car accident and a sore neck. I already had a pain in my rear-end from how the Jackets were playing, so not pleasant. I don’t have my car now, the Jackets don’t have playoff hopes now.
The EHL
My little mini-mite’s schedule is winding down. I need to find something to keep this kid busy. He’ll do nothing but sulk and destroy my furniture by swatting crap around the house with his stick and whine about it not being hockey season if I don’t. He’s a natural athlete, and I think T-ball might be good for the boy. If he’d stop taking the bat and pretending it’s a hockey stick. Thank God for the Chiller rinks, we’ll put in some ice time over summer. Ethan has one last hurrah, the Rink of Dreams at Nationwide next weekend, where he’ll play a game on full ice, and then take in the game with his biggest fan, his Mom. We may even go to Bucca…can’t take the kid to the R-Bar!
Working Out Like A Player
These boot camps are fun and addictive. DP Training I’ve dropped a size…
Java Update
Meeting with Java Jan in a week or so to discuss doing the deed…losing my virginity. My Java virginity, that is. I have never had a cup of coffee in my life, and my first will be at Java Jan’s! Java Jan’s Gourmet Coffee I’ll use my special, one of a kind cup…
We finally won last night, after a dry spell, of sorts. It was a Mason Golden night. The Canes tried to heave one of our newest Jackets out of the arena, resulting in a wicked face-plant into the glass. Mason got pissed off about all the Canes in his space and chopped away at Skinner’s…uh…how to say this…girded loins? My pal over at Cardiac Cane made a public offer to comfort this guy, and everyone else wanted Mason’s head on a platter. Nobody acted all incensed when Jared Boll had his jewels compromised over and over last season…I don’t know if anyone offered comfort to Boller, but I wasn’t on Twitter then.
Everyone knows you stay out of a married fight, you keep out of a brother fight. Have you ever been at a family dinner and things were all tense and a couple of family members were kind of going at it, and the rest of you just sort of got up quietly, tip-toed over to the stove, got the peas and the napkins and sat back down, not making eye-contact with anyone…and if your little sister or somebody started to say something, you make the fast shaky-head motion and open your eyes wide, doing the mind-speak-Vulcan thing, saying silently but loudly in your head “No…No, say nothing!”…? Well, we had a bit of that going on with the FanSided NHL family as we discussed sanctions, head injuries and opinions. Nobody broke any plates but some milk was spilled and some fool ruined the cake, but no harm no foul. Nothing different than what’s happening in the NHL house at the present. We’re a family…this won’t be the last dinner gone way wild…
Banking Like A Fan…
I’m stupid. The only reason I opened an account at Huntington is to get the Blue Jackets card and checks and to save money at the Blue Line Store…I can’t stand that flipping “I stole Bob’s tuna melt from the fridge” commercial. It makes no sense! Tuna melts would go all soggy in the fridge, toasted bread doesn’t reheat well in a microwave and even if you had to steal someone’s lunch, who in the hell would steal a tuna melt? Nobody. Roast beef on a croissant, yes. Turkey and fragrant provolone on thick sliced sour dough, hell yeah. But a tuna melt? Huntington needs me on their marketing team.
Union Blue Love…
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