* Got the bronchitis that took me down for a full week -- we're talking stay at home, feverish, quarantined by the doctor sick. All better now, and still smoking.
* My Pens won the Cup! And apparently the Cup spent some more time in Mario Lemieux's pool, AGAIN. And as evidenced by these photos, Evgeni Malkin at age 22 hasn't yet learned that there are parties where you can take your Russian stripper girlfriend, and there are parties where you come alone. Geno! You don't take the Russian Stripper Girlfriend to a party at your boss's house!
* On the Pens front again, someone snapped this photo of Sidney Crosby SLEEPING with the Cup:
And I ponder: If you are 21 years old, and quite possibly the best player in the world at your sport, and you are captain of the Stanley Cup-Winning team, and you pass out in your bed, shouldn't you by all rights have at least two naked girls in there with you and not a 35-pound hunk of tin? This thought caused my fellow hockey-loving pal Ed to tell me that I think like a guy. But he said it like it was a good thing.
* Pens again, one more thing: FUCK YOU, MARIAN HOSSA.
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Oh, I don't know. I had a sort of Christine thing about that apple-green car.
Good Lord, it's been a while since I was over here! Adding you to my regular feed again, missy. I'm callin' you "missy" cuz I miss reading you! xoxo
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