my brain asplode with season openers
Oct. 4th, 2007 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisalikDave said we have to go and I know better than to argue with him when he says we have to go to this game, Indi so I didn't and now we're gonna go.
I need to get batteries for Vera because even though NONE OF YOU PHILISTINES CARE I must take pictures because that's what I do although with the seats we have they'll probably all be pictures of Brodeur's butt but Elecktrum will like those so it's okay.
Dave can't find the lucky albeit stinky jersey so we're breaking our game tradition for the first time ever and I hope nothing bad happens because of it, and did I ever mention to you that sports fandom is split into thirty-three point endless threes of math, superstition, and irrational hatred? It totally is.
I still don't know how to pronounce Ouellet.
I think I made the coffee too strong. My stomach hurts. Ow. It'll go away by the time we leave. For hockey. Because that is what I am seeing tonight.
HOCKEY.
They're giving away pompoms. Is that something I can bug Colby with, later?
O holy goalie, be not cruel to Brodeur because we like him, but bless the pads of Homer because we like him more, because his nickname in Swedish is Honken and that's funny, and also because Dave is still teetering on the edge of Team Denis and he is wrong and I must prove him wrong about this because I never get to prove Dave wrong about anything, ever. And also I want us to win, so being better to HONKEN is important. Hokay, himagine, h-amen.
GAME ON.
(I know I will regret this entry later. But I never post drunk, so I'm allowed a few indulgences. This coffee, seriously, it reminds me of crude oil.)
I need to get batteries for Vera because even though NONE OF YOU PHILISTINES CARE I must take pictures because that's what I do although with the seats we have they'll probably all be pictures of Brodeur's butt but Elecktrum will like those so it's okay.
Dave can't find the lucky albeit stinky jersey so we're breaking our game tradition for the first time ever and I hope nothing bad happens because of it, and did I ever mention to you that sports fandom is split into thirty-three point endless threes of math, superstition, and irrational hatred? It totally is.
I still don't know how to pronounce Ouellet.
I think I made the coffee too strong. My stomach hurts. Ow. It'll go away by the time we leave. For hockey. Because that is what I am seeing tonight.
HOCKEY.
They're giving away pompoms. Is that something I can bug Colby with, later?
O holy goalie, be not cruel to Brodeur because we like him, but bless the pads of Homer because we like him more, because his nickname in Swedish is Honken and that's funny, and also because Dave is still teetering on the edge of Team Denis and he is wrong and I must prove him wrong about this because I never get to prove Dave wrong about anything, ever. And also I want us to win, so being better to HONKEN is important. Hokay, himagine, h-amen.
GAME ON.
(I know I will regret this entry later. But I never post drunk, so I'm allowed a few indulgences. This coffee, seriously, it reminds me of crude oil.)
