Despite my tweet last night stating that I would not be turning on the internet today, I am in fact on the internet. I’m just desperately trying to avoid the inevitable Halak talk.
Sometimes I believe life is scripted. Of course Halak gets a shutout…of course!
Unfortunately I was at the game. Fortunately I was in Club Desjardin and gorged myself on food. A rundown of my menu? A smoked meat sandwich, 2 hot dogs, a pizza, fries, a couple bites of nachos (started slowing down at this point), and half a pretzel.
Yes – I did feel sick. No – I won’t be doing that again. Call it Newbie Fever, but when I got up to the counter to order, I just didn’t stop. I also blame my game guest. He was the catalyst for consumption.
Why am I talking about food? Because I can’t bare to discuss what happened last night. Hallllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkk.
A f*%king SHUTOUT?!
There were TWO moments last night when I felt enthusiasm for something other than free food:
- P.K. hip check – that got the crowd going
- ummm I actually can’t think of a second moment.