In other sporting news, I went to my first ever NHL game a couple of weeks ago, and shockingly it was really fun. It was completely unexpected: my team actually won, seven total goals were scored, there was a fight, and it was in San Jose but there were (relatively) no Asian people there. It's definitely one of those things that way better live than on TV, which is crazy because I'm a big advocate of using TV to escape the unbearable rigors of real life. If this continues, I might have to shed my elitist socialist agenda, find a hockey mom of my own, settle down on my ranch with my bible and my gun, and live next door to my alcholic best friend, Joe Six-Pack the Plumber.
Monday, October 27, 2008
and the streak continues
For those of you who haven't already blamed me, yes, I was at the Cal/UofA game, bringing my streak of road losses to 5 in a row. Einstein's definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Whatever, what does he know about the pains of being a Cal football fan? I'm still going to go to these games, even if my record is looking more and more like coyote v. roadrunner; poor guy, but who can blame him -- that bird looks delicious.
In other sporting news, I went to my first ever NHL game a couple of weeks ago, and shockingly it was really fun. It was completely unexpected: my team actually won, seven total goals were scored, there was a fight, and it was in San Jose but there were (relatively) no Asian people there. It's definitely one of those things that way better live than on TV, which is crazy because I'm a big advocate of using TV to escape the unbearable rigors of real life. If this continues, I might have to shed my elitist socialist agenda, find a hockey mom of my own, settle down on my ranch with my bible and my gun, and live next door to my alcholic best friend, Joe Six-Pack the Plumber.
In other sporting news, I went to my first ever NHL game a couple of weeks ago, and shockingly it was really fun. It was completely unexpected: my team actually won, seven total goals were scored, there was a fight, and it was in San Jose but there were (relatively) no Asian people there. It's definitely one of those things that way better live than on TV, which is crazy because I'm a big advocate of using TV to escape the unbearable rigors of real life. If this continues, I might have to shed my elitist socialist agenda, find a hockey mom of my own, settle down on my ranch with my bible and my gun, and live next door to my alcholic best friend, Joe Six-Pack the Plumber.
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2 comments:
oh no! stay away from our games, last thing i need is for your to ruin our undefeated streak
i liked it better when the "steak" continued...
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