So tonight I’ve decided that instead of listening to ChuckandtheletterK, I’ll watch the game–which will piss off my husband (because that means he won’t be able to watch Glen xenophoBeck or Bully O’Racist), but I really don’t care.
And that’s where I am right now. Not caring much. Don’t get me wrong, I do want the Hurricanes to pull off a miracle a la the ’75 Islanders. I really do. But I’m not going to get all up in teh dramaz or lose my shit if they lose.
IF they lose. It’s always an if until the final buzzer sounds–I mean, I’m just sayin’ here.
Puck drops at 7:30. Hopefully the Hurricanes can take the brooms that some “classy” Pens fans decided to toss onto the ice the other night and ram them up those toolbags’ backsides.