Woke up this morning seeing stars or spots from an epic Saturday. Spent a Saturday the way a Saturday is meant to be spent. Went to the market, ate some kefta, had a tiny coffee at Cafe Italiano, drank a bunch of micro-brew pints at a cool little pub in Mile-End while playing Scrabble and cards, went back to Bruno Bar for Habs-Caps game two and then a stellar party where I tried to watch the Canucks game while adjusting the rabbit-ears for reception.
Didn't catch the whole game. Turned it on and it was 2-0 Van and watched with horror as the Kings tied it up with two ginos back-to-back. I really can't comment on the game, since much of what happened after Bruno Bar is hazy. Kopitar looked good though. As did Kesler and Edler. I remember seeing Doughty smiling on the bench at one point and that not making me feel particularly good. Dude, this is the playoffs and you're playing a huge game and you're comfortable enough to smile? Scary dude. Friggin Modin killed us with another goal too. Got most of the rundown on the game from my old man this morning, who told me how an old co-worker Kings fan put the kiss of death on the Canucks by offering him a Linden jersey out of the blue.
All in all though, yesterday might have been one of the best days I've had in a while. It felt like a day you spend when you're on vacation. Great start to the summer of Stones....
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