I didn’t pay much attention to the NHL trades this past week, that is, until The Unstable Blogger broke the news to me that Brad Richards was packing up for Dallas. It’s hard to watch a Stanley Cup era player walk away, but let’s face it, if any of them were still playing Stanley Cup caliber, the Lightning wouldn’t currently be the worst team in the NHL. And though I have a soft spot for Holmqvist (chalk it up to 2 consecutive shut-outs that made me really hope he was going somewhere), I have to admit he’s been inconsistent, so I understand that move also. Although I am growing quite weary of Feaster and Tortorella making these unilateral decisions without my input. I’ll take it up with them, definitely.
See? Very simple.
We had just snuggled up under the covers last night and gotten comfy when Sylvester, the demonic wind-up toy posing as my kitten, started tearing wildly around the house, pursuing one of the other cats until the poor, stalked cat howled in outrage, or for assistance, and one of us was forced to abandon the warm, cozy confines of the blankets and brave the cold air to settle the satanic kitten before he knocked over a table, shook loose a roof support, or tore down a wall…we mutually agreed that brave soul should be Gary! (He may have a slightly different version of that statement, but he’ll just have to start his own blog, won’t he?)