Is Don Sweeney’s First Off-Season As General Manager Of The Boston Bruins Simpler Than We Think?
It’s weird, but my feet always seem to smell like ham. 1,365 more words
When I think of Las Vegas, I think of casinos, strippers and the girl who vomited on a man’s privates my first weekend at college. I should of course clarify that she is from Las Vegas, so please don’t think I enjoy reminiscing about people yakking on one another. 514 more words
So…the NHL Playoffs have started, and, today, my Penguins are playing. They’re up against the Rangers and, because they were D+ (I’m being kind here) in the last games going into the playoffs (with, at one point, looking like they were not going to have a chance to get in the big dance), have no home court advantage in all of the rounds, should they advance. 87 more words
I’ve followed the San Francisco Giants for almost five years, and, in the three of those five years that they won a World Series, I had a knack for falling back on music that was more than just “game-day songs.” They were part of a soundtrack that seemed like game-day songs in the beginning, but wound up as winning tracks that may or may not have contributed to a team winning the title. 1,567 more words