First of all, welcome to my co-collaborator who posted once about his food being stolen and has now disappeared himself. I'm so glad I made that invite.
Vow of silence broken in a run on rambling paragraph: Hockey's back and all of my animosity towards the owners and players alike instantly melted away and I have you basketball nuts to thank for that. I have developed carpal tunnel syndrome from deleting all of those aggravating emails. I tried to like basketball this year...I really did. I liken it to trying to see what the fuss is about with "The Big Bang Theory" TV show, not the actual theory. Why is it that everybody likes that show? I've tried to watch the show on numerous occasions and only make it 5 minutes in...I guess I've watched one episode cumulatively. Then when you ask why they like the show the say "I don't know, I just do, you don't?" (said in a sheepish school girl voice which only enrages me further). I'll be sitting there trying to ascertain the comedic value of the show and my hand inexplicably always reaches for the nearest sharpest object while the other hand seems to always magically find a lighter, 3 minutes later and I can feel this searing heat getting closer to my eye and my brain is just like "I'm not going to do anything to stop this from happening" and I'm personally like "Me either, actually can we speed this up?" Anyway, that's what basketball is like to me: wanting to stab myself in the eye with an excruciatingly hot sharp object a la Hostel:
1st game at Montreal? yes please.
