Papa and I settled down to watch the Red Wings last night. I was chilly, so I made some tea. As we watched, the cats begged for attention, spread hair all over, again. They’re shedding like mad.
Things were going pretty well, and then it all fell apart in the third period. Nashvegas won, darn it. I guess those with game 5 tickets in Detroit are OK with it, but I’m not. I think the more games the worse off the Wings are. Fewer games = fewer injuries, fewer bruises, fewer road trips, more sleep, higher confidence and stronger performances.
I sure hope they win Wednesday.