- Work, and, for the last
three days weektwo weeks (it was a long two weeks, okay? Computer shenanigans happened.) or so,
- BEING DEAD OF SHEER JOY BECAUSE PATRICK KANE SCORED A SPINORAMA GOAL THIRTY FEET FROM MY FACE.
Yes, by the grace of the NHL schedule, the Stars played the Blackhawks at home on a Saturday night, and because bienenalster is a glorious enabler, we drove up to Dallas to watch. This was the best decision I have made all year, and I am including the one about putting mochi bits into Nutella. It took a while to recover from my unfortunate demise, but, like Jesus, I have risen to preach the good news of Brandon Saad’s hockey sense.
But first, we had to try to assimilate Coworker J into the glories of hockey by throwing the Aeros at her.
( THURSDAY: A Fan is Born )
( SATURDAY: In Which It Is Totally Okay to Pity the Dallas Stars, But Only For 97 Seconds )
( SUNDAY: In which I learn how to skate backwards, and Kris Foucault learns about pendulums. )
NEXT TIME, OR WHENEVER TECHNOLOGY STOPS HATING ME: PICTURES!!