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.