Can't focus; feet are killing me.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I'm tired. I'm cranky. I only got back from Nationwide an hour ago, and I only caught bits and pieces of the game due to a lack of readily visible televisions within eyesight of The Blueline Express that is right across from the main entrance.
All I know is that my feet ache, and I need to go to sleep since I work tomorrow's Ohio Junior Blue Jackets' game in the evening, then the Red Wings game on Monday, which should make tonight's "Nationwide Nights" game look like nothing in terms of how busy it was.
If I can squeak in some time before work tomorrow and while I do classwork before then, I may have some thoughts to throw out. If not, see the usual suspects for your Blue Jackets' blogging experience.
Oh, and the Blackhawks are still Losers with a capital "L". Blow it out your windpipe, Savard.
All I know is that my feet ache, and I need to go to sleep since I work tomorrow's Ohio Junior Blue Jackets' game in the evening, then the Red Wings game on Monday, which should make tonight's "Nationwide Nights" game look like nothing in terms of how busy it was.
If I can squeak in some time before work tomorrow and while I do classwork before then, I may have some thoughts to throw out. If not, see the usual suspects for your Blue Jackets' blogging experience.
Oh, and the Blackhawks are still Losers with a capital "L". Blow it out your windpipe, Savard.
Labels: insanity
I love the unbridled animosity you have for the Chicago Blackhawks. It makes me smile inside.
Perhaps one of these days I'll go to a game and meet up with you at the Blueline.