Season Two

And so today begins round one of the Stanley Cup playoffs - which falls somewhere in my Top 5 favourite times of the year (somewhere behind late fall and Christmas, but might be ahead of late summer swimming weather). Four games broadcast every night. 16 teams in contention. Games with meaning. No coasting. No shootouts. Devastating hits. Games with more overtime periods than regulation. I loves it...

The only catch is the late nights, and how to swing these with an early-rising infant. Plus, I still haven't recovered from my weekend of actually playing hockey. Damn these lifestyle decisions. It's like a free ride when you've already paid, or a bunch of spoons when I'm looking for a knife, or something that may or may not be ironic or - what was I talking about?

Go Pens. Go Habs. Go Canucks. Make me proud. Make me my pool money back.