Caps

Wow, between the Caps going on this ridiculous run and being back on the sauce, I haven't really had much time to post. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure I've gained a bit of the weight back, since I've been toasting every Caps game, and they've gotten into the habit of extending every series to 7 games. I felt a bit more "jiggle" in my step on the way to the metro...

Going to game 7 tomorrow, and I'm fully prepared to experience either the euphoria of a series win over the hated Pittsburgh Penguins, storming our fair city like orcs from the gates of Mordor, or the crushing agony of defeat at the hands of yet another Pittsburgh team. I'm driving Michelle to the airport in the morning, which will limit my drunkenness and the resulting enhancement of my joy/pain that would cause me to wake up at 10 in the bushes outside of my house or central booking in downtown DC surrounded by a number of large gentlemen who have never heard of the Capitals.

Paint Drinking Pete informed me that Goats didn't make it to game 5...a game which the Caps lost. Hopefully he didn't go on a rampage and drive his car through a nursing home after they lost game 4! I certainly hope he'll be back at the Phone Booth double fisting the Caps to victory. Let's Go GOATS!

Well, hopefully I'll be able to chronicle a dramatic Capitals win, some hilarious anti-Pittsburgh paraphenalia (my favorites are the Crosby urinal cakes), and stave off the temptation to get on Goats' level.

LET'S GO GOATS!!!

Seriously, just now feeling normal from Saturday...
No good stories, just a good old fashioned drunkening.


Here's a good photo of "Let's Go Goats" from the game, with his eyes obscured in case more than 9 people read this blog...

The Caps are 5-0 since I started drinking again, so I better get a beer and throw on my jersey!

Friday

My feet are up...
Got Chimay in my cup...
Life is good.

I'm enjoying a ridiculous night of non-stop sports while Michelle is away on a girly weekend (miss you!). No "He's Just Not That Into You" for this guy tonight...I get to watch every excruciating moment of the O's latest debacle. On second thought, think I'll watch hockey. Stupid O's.

Tomorrow will mark my first all-day drinking affair since I've gotten back on the sauce; going to the Caps/Pens game with Paint Drinking Pete. I'm excited, but definitely a little apprehensive about the possibility of diminished drinking powers.

I behaved myself last weekend- my first drinking weekend in a month- so now I'm going keep my liver on its toes. Gotta make sure it's still working hard.

We'll definitely need to get in a "festive" mood to root on the Caps vs the hated Pens- the latest team from Pittsburgh to attempt to crush the dreams of one of my favorite teams. The shitty thing is, they usually succeed. Not only that, but their fans are fucking EVERYWHERE...probably because nobody actually wants to live in Pittsburgh. They invade our sports bars, stadiums, and arenas, bringing with them an annoying air of superiority- even though probably 75 percent of them have never been to Pittsburgh.

We'll definitely need the power of alcohol to deal with the few thousand Pittsburgh fans that will undoubtedly invade the Phone Booth. I just hope that none of them are near us, especially the douches that wear Steeler gear and wave "terrible towels" sitting directly behind us. News flash- it's a hockey game, dickweeds. The Caps really need to shut them up and win...although they'll still point out all the goddamned Super Bowls and Stanley Cups they've won in the past. Who gives a fuck!?

/end rant

Well, hopefully I'll have some funny stories from tomorrow, and don't end up getting arrested for befouling a terrible towel. Leave that stuff to "Let's Go Goats!"