As if the whole bobble head doll thing wasn't played out enough, the Phantoms will be giving out 500 George Washington Bobble Head Dolls this Wednesday night. Oh, to be a kid again.
I went to see Miracle on Friday night, or more accurately I snuck into Miracle on Friday night. You see, they told us it was sold out. But when you're a hockey sexual you don't take no for an answer when someone tells you you can't see a movie about the Miracle on Ice.
The only complaint I had about the movie was the same complaint you might have when a friend tells a story that you know, and isn't telling all the anecdotes you want them to. So you're sitting through the movie kind of going, "yeah! tell them about that other story, in Norway." But that's what happens when you know the story so well. But I still pumped my fist with every improbable goal, got goose bumps as the time counted down, and perhaps a tear or two ran down my face. But hey, it's the greatest sports story of all-time. And I need to see it again. The Sports Guy, Bill Simmons does it justice too.
So I've dropped 37 pounds since August. And that's even though August will always be remembered (or not remembered) as the month of beer and I also gruesomely tore my groin and couldn't really exercise for 8 weeks.
My secret, one coke a day, and insane amounts of hockey.
So I've been listening to some Lucinda Williams. She's my favorite chick artist of the moment (high praise indeed). Her song Righteously really does it for me.