Eventful learning since the last post

No matter how high and mighty and famous Al is, he doesn't know when the playoffs start either. Or if he knows, he can't even tell me. But when I see him and get an Al hug before the game, it's going to be a good one. :D Then after the game he winked, nodded, AND tapped the glass and he turned my corner. I'll miss him the most should I decide this is it for me.

Rumors are worthless. So many Saturday afternoons floating around. Then I heard that it was definite start on the 21st. Bud Lynch said that the schedule will be announced Wednesday. And here I said I wasn't going to say anything else about it. I lose.

That "anticipation is ok, just not suspense." Somehow, these are very closely related, at least seem to be. Maybe both are okay, but I do know that I do not handle spontaneity well, at least not when it comes to scheduling conflict. Character flaw, I know, but at least I admit to it being so.

My seasonal hack is back. Just in time from my week from hell. Nice, thank you, allergies. Perhaps the judge will excuse me as I cough up my lungs in his courtroom and let me off because he simply feels sorry for me.

Apparently people can tell I am stressed by the way I chew my gum at hockey games.

I realized that a season ticket holder I haven't seen all year remembered me and asked how I was doing, etc., etc., etc. I even had some of my regulars in standing room. Makes me feel special that people come back and reassures me that I am not always a monsterous usher person.

Talking to Marissa was a great way to clear my head. I almost forgot she has courtroom experience and she gave me all sorts of pointers and advice. I feel as though I have a bit more of an idea what to do on Thursday. She told me to check my ticket for any errors. I notice that my beloved Officer Grumpy wrote that it was upon W. Huron at or near some other street that I can't read. Does it matter that I was going eastbound?

My usher friend came back from knee surgery tonight. It was great to see her. Everyone was giving her shit because Avery was fired from the Kings. HA. That's her favorite player - she needs to learn to have better taste in hockey players. At least I like players because they are both play the game better than anyone else, not just because they are cute. Geesh. Anyway, she came over to my section during the 3rd because she was done giving breaks and said hopefully it doesn't go into overtime and a shoot out and all that crap. I said thank you, Amanda for just jinxing the game. She walks away and the Wings tie. OMG. She came back and I said, it's all your fault! She was just laughing. Many thanks again to those Swedish hockey gods for giving the grace to Homes in crucial situations. Upon his goal I threw up my hands and slapped five to every single person left in standing room. Love those Swedes.

I also am not supposed to like tonight's 24 very much, but time will tell. And because of that little disgraceful clue, I'm off to watch Bauer now.