Aaaaaaaaaaannnnndddd... we're back.
Wait... not only did the NHL playoffs start without my knowledge... but the Rangers are already down 3-0? Christ almighty... I wait almost an entire freaking decade for them to get back into the playoffs and they've already got one skate in the grave by the time I realize it?
On the bright side, the Wings are down 2-1 to Edmonton which means every bandwagon douchebag at work will be on suicide watch tomorrow. That can't happen often enough. (UPDATE: Wait... Brian thinks so too?)
My recent bout of hockey ignorance is balanced out by my burgeoning love for the beautiful game. (No, not hot oil wrestling-- although that's good too.) I ended up going to that Premier League soccer match (Fulham 1, Wigan 0) Monday night at Craven Cottage... very cool. The misses even enjoyed it enough to consent to watching the UEFA Champions League semifinal on TV last night (Finished scoreless thanks to saved penalty shot in the final minutes, allowing Arsenal to advance to the championship.)
I was already all wound up about the World Cup, and I'm probably into the Premiership enough that I'll make an effort to find some games on TV from now on. If you're in England at some point during the season, you should definitely check out a match.
Incidentally, I have no idea what the hell you can expect out of me in the near future. The week off left me way behind on some projects, so I may not post stuff for weeks at a time or you might get two posts a day if I'm in the mood to procrastinate. Like now. I'm just writing more so I can put off my other work. These words aren't necessary at all.
Okay, I'll stop.
Right after this sentence.
And this one...