You've Been Promoted

TIC TAC TOE. Tape to Tape.
It's sad for me to admit that for the first time in recent memory, I was unable to attend the Caps' first (preseason) home game. I was at Rugby practice in another state. I figure that since I've never been Rico Fata on skates, Rugby is the closest I'll ever come to glory in a sport that's as physical as Hockey. (Talk to UMass Lowell's scrum-half if he ever comes out of his coma.) Joke. Bad joke.
He was coughing up blood though, and had to leave the game. We still lost, but, in the words of The Clash: Death or Glory?
Do I feel bad?
Did Dale Hunter feel bad when he separated Turgeon's shoulder?
For the half dozen people that read this blog regularly, I would suggest going to another blogger's domain if you actually care how we did tonight. I'll be so happy when I can get Center Ice.
As for the match, I'm told that Mike Green looks hungry but took some dumb penalties, and that Niklas Backstrom was named the first star after his GWG.
Niklas, I will never call you "The Dumb Swede" again- no matter how idiotic your hair looks. You've been promoted.
There's time yet to call you "Bustrom," but I pray that will never happen.
It was a good night for athletic achievement in DC. A rarity, perhaps, but a rarity that makes Jimmy Jazz smile.