You know me, readers. I hate to take even a short break from the Ron Hainsey festivities, but it's Thrashers Season Eve. Can't help but feel like tomorrow is Christmas, or something like it. And how do I celebrate cheerful holidays like Thrash Season Eve?
Usually by watching this:
Dr. House used to be such a bright and chirpy fellow.
P.S. The Blueland Chronicle Fantasy League is in full swing. I dare you to have a look at the post-first game standings.
P.P.S Yeah, the Face Off thing last night was, well, whatever. Big Shooter high-fived Moose, and because we didn't really want to stand in line we adjourned to the Taco Mac with the proprietress of Wazzupwitchu? (code name: "Laura") and watched the Caps-Bruins game, while drinking. THAT was a good time.