Crap. Playoffs. Shoot-outs are no longer in effect. Instead, we have an unlimited number of OTs. Oy vay. Still sudden death, though.
Plei, I would love to drink Fernet and watch hockey with you. If my parents' devious plan to move us all to Vancouver works out, this may becaome a reality.
Are you getting the, "Look how awesome our players are, teaching kids to read," stuff that we are?
Nah, I'm watching on Versus. Lots of Suzuki, Irish Springs, and Pennzoil commercials. I'm thinking they're going for the 18-35 male demo.
The first few weeks at a new job are the absolute worst. I hate that feeling of, "I suck and they were just blind to it and they'll find out I suck and fire me and then everything goes to shit and and and..."
So much this. Hang in there, Allyson. Pretty soon they won't know how they got by without you.
Crap. Playoffs. Shoot-outs are no longer in effect. Instead, we have an unlimited number of OTs.
Yes. This is what I remember. Long time ago the Stars were in the playoffs and people showed up at the bar at like noon. Game lasted long past 1 am. I think that was when a bartender got his head put through the wall.
ION: I'm informed I need to go to my cousin's wedding thing in NO in May. On the one hand, I planned on taking a day off in May for my anniversary. OTOH. I think K needs me down there, and it will be fun. We plan on having tents in the back yard and hording all the booze. Plus, Jazzfest... I need to be independantly wealthy and able to travel the world.
I love DJ and juliana so much. Hockey and FNL and booze. I should have married the both of you. Seriously. It's a damn shame there's one of us on the right coast, one on the left coast and one in the middle. It doesn't make getting together for--wait for it--hockey, FNL and booze easy. Frakkin' manifest destiny.
I am bereft though. I have no more hockey for the night. Versus is giving me the World Strongman Cup.
Somebody
Anybody.
Freaking score. I think the announcer even just said "oy." Ok. I'll have another drink.
Actually, a really good friend of ours is about to move to DC and begging for us to promise to visit. So it's likely we'll be up there within the next year or so.
I just got to hear my favorite line ever, "You can't score a goal off of of an official." Hee!
Depends on the official, and what your goal is. ba dump bump
If I'm still watching this game three days from now, someone will come feed me, right?
Actually, a really good friend of ours is about to move to DC and begging for us to promise to visit. So it's likely we'll be up there within the next year or so.
Wahoo!
Somebody Anybody. Freaking score.
Heh. This is nothing. April 24, 1996 - I was a senior in college and the Washington Capitals were playing the Pittsburgh Penguins in the playoffs. I was finishing a paper for one of my classes (due, of course, the next day). The game was on in the background. Regulation ended. The first OT ended. I abandoned all pretenses of working on the paper. The second OT ended. I woke up my roommate. It still wasn't over. The freakin' game went to SEVEN periods; hell it was 44 seconds away from going to an eighth. It was finally over at 2:30 in the morning. I was exhausted just watching the game. Yes, I still had to finish my paper, but I wouldn't have traded it for all the money in the world. It was an awesome, awesome game.
Edited for context, and assurances that I will feed DJ if the game goes that long.
