I knew when I sent the text that bad things were on the horizon. Thursday afternoon I wrote Paul that I was working late and would not be able to host the always riveting Live Blog here on A2Y (est 2005, visited by 19 people daily).
Paul swore at me, as he always does. Horrific language for an adult male. Obscene. Then he told me he'd do a little ditty and then he did.
The four gamer ended the second I hit send. I realize that. The Wings lost for only the second time in 9 games and my Stanley Cup hopes took on water.