Today's honorary ringer: Vitamin E. I fuckin luv ya.
I enjoyed watching the third period of last night's game on the cheapest Internet stream one can get his hands on. Ads constantly popping up right in the middle of the screen, strange and zany colorful mazes vibrating on the bottom, and this weird illustration of coughing up another third period lead.
Our time in Florida continues to amaze us. Workouts on the beach. Walks down Lincoln road. Watching Ichael, now 8 months, steer an inflatable boat into the corners of the pool.
I opened the door on the Habs, just a little crack, and it all came back. The frustration with the clumsy defense, the stupid giveaways on the power play. The inevitable breaking down after 2 periods. If the Cunnyworth Gauthier tandem isn't a sitting duck then Donald Duck is a Venezuelan politician.
I hear Jaromir Jagr had some fun at the expense of his former team. I hear Marc-Andre Bergeron did the same. I hear Boucher was in our system and we let him go for the equivalent of sulfate free shampoo.