So, what does a guy do when he's exhausted of listening to his record collection for the day, and it's frigid outdoors to do anything at night? Why, watch the oldest rivalry in hockey on TV: Leafs at Habs! It was awesome, right down to the last goal to win in sudden death OT <great slapshot album>. Then I got a call from a friend, who jumped the border from VT to Quebec and scored tix for the game. He called me from Centre Bell!!! Shithole... Lucky, so lucky...

I have to be trapped in Raleigh/Durham with no-talent assclowns for a hockey team, and this jabroni gets to go to hockey heaven. And he doesn't even know what "Habs" means!!!

Doesn't matter though, I made a killer pizza from scratch using a white cornmeal crust, tons of wet mozzarella, and canadian bacon.... bene, bene!