Things are going a bit crazy 'round here with all this Hawk fever. This past winter, I had several arguments in bars about watching college b-ball are the Blackhawks and usually lost and had to watch hockey.
I am not any sort of a winter sport fan other than college basketball. I tried ice skating once and it wasn't pretty (same with roller skating). Somethings are best that I don't do.
However, this past February, we were in Panama City Beach, Florida (pre-oil slick) during the winter Olympics and ended up watching a real lot of hockey, especially the Canada-US matchups. It was even more fun that we had Canadians there as well so made for some good-natured rivalry.
I figure Canada won the REAL Olympic Gold Medal when their girls beat our girls. I can't consider professionals as Olympians. But, even so, the two matchups between the neighbors was a lot of fun.
Upon returning home, I found myself watching the Blackhawks, even at home on the TV in Margaritaville. And here I have complete control.
The last thing I need to do is to get hooked on something else. I spend way too much time on things (LIKE BLOGS) as it is.
I need to Quit Before I Get Hooked. --RoadDog
I Wonder: How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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