Daily Report

It's my youngest cousin's birthday today. He's turning 13. I can't believe he's already a teenager. Time flies. It is especially hard to imagine his age when almost all my memories of him are as a cute little baby and tike. All these kids are getting so old - the little shits.

Optimism is a funny thing sometimes. You never have it when you need it the most and then you have to rely on someone else who never has any to provide you with some. My guess is, if things turn out badly, I'll have company being an Avalanche fan this season.

That reminds me, I never really talked about Dom being back. He's a moron. Kenny is an idiot. If I don't trip over him next time I see him at the Joe, I'm going to kick his ass. And when Dom cracks up five games into the season again, I'll do so while laughing in his face. It's time the GM goes. And after Stevie's number goes up to the sky blue rafters, I quit. This up to and includes ushering and whatever kind of Wings fan I am left. Nobody's here anymore. I'll have more time on my hands to follow some of my favorite players.

ciao