Easter Ache Hunt

Pun! Also easy: my Easter aches are everywhere - every muscle, every bone, every joint, every cartilage, every open wound. I'm pretty pitiful, as pointed out by my wife who only recently was carrying around 20+ pounds of blood and baby in her belly, but five hockey games in three days'll do that to you. Add eating poorly and getting up stupid early, and you've got yourself one whiny, chocolate- and turkey-stuffed Gamecock. Me.

Our team made it to the semis, only to lose a really fun one in overtime to a deserving, quick and evenly-matched opponent. Save for a number of penalties (questionable!) in that last game, I don't recall doing anything to adversely affect my ascent from goathood. After this, the last game of the season, I consider myself to be allll-square.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to weep into my pillow, until the onset of sweet merciful sleep takes me someplace less hurty.