Two In A Row.
An older lady with a walker has been walking on the sidewalk directly in front of my house for the past few days. There isn’t really anything bad about that, besides her stopping in our drive way each and every time and lighting a cigarette, smoking until it’s finished, and putting it out in the same spot every time while she stares at the house. I have heard many attempts to understand this situation, but not one has convinced me. On the other side of life, Joe Dumars Field House is by far the most unorganized facility I’ve had the pleasure of playing hockey in. About 7 hours ago, we, “The Detroit Canadiens“, played the most expensive drop in of our life, and ended up losing somehow because the other team’s goalie didn’t show up… I called the assholes, to see why this was and they acted like I made it up. So with that being said, roller hockey is border line gay as of right now.