I don't know what the weather's like in Michigan today. I could check, because Al Gore invented a device that would help. But I'm too lazy, as you're aware.
I do know that it's going to be 83 and sunny here in Florida, so I'll be at the beach.
During the early afternoon, my mind will wander.
It will wander to the majesty of Darren McCarty's knee cap and what it must have sounded like when that knee cap made violent contact with Claude Lemieux's face twenty years ago. Repeated, violent contact.
My mind will wander to the pulpy mess of blood left on the JLA ice as Lemieux wobbled to the dressing room.