Stupid Bruins. They suck, they rock, they suck.
And though I could spell Johnny Bucyk's last name correctly at age six*, someone at NESN tonight put up "Johnny Bucky" on the screenwhen the Chief took the ice before the game (they were honoring the 1970 Cup-winning team).
*Granted, I spelled John as "Jhon", but I got the hard part right.
I watched that pathetic excuse for a hockey game (well, tried not to) and did some stealth knitting. And that was tonight. Tomorrow is Friday! There will be joy in the land! Sun over the weekend! And even perhaps extended coherency here.
Though I'm not promising that last one.
I mostly knit, sometimes crochet or cross-stitch. I read, a lot. I love cats. I love hockey, especially my no-longer-local team, the Boston Bruins. Want more? Read on.
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