Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Anger. No need to read this.

I booed the team tonight.  Hard.  Because that was my reaction to their play.  My beloved CBJ.  I've been a season ticket holder since Nickolai Zherdev roamed the friendly confines.  I have seldom seen a more pitiful, disconnected game of hockey, and I've seen some bad ones.  The first lesson is, don't say what I want to say tonight.

So good night my friends.  These are good players, and watching NHL hockey is a fantastically good time. But those times are balanced by the ....  No.  I'm not going to talk about tonight.  I need to think before I type.

I'll check in on a more rational basis later.


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