February 4th, 2004


I can spell Leschyshyn

Usually I write about hockey games the next morning because I get tired after watching games and I just want to go to sleep. But I have a horrible memory, and can barely remember anything the next morning; I'm two steps removed from the Memento guy.

Nabby shutout! And well-earned, too, as the Panthers had quite a few great chances. Alyn is a "Panther killer" according to Drew. *grin* Nils is my hero. Marco is our designated SHG (short-handed goal, not scary homeless guy) scorer. From what I've seen, the Panthers haven't been an easy team for East teams to play by any means.

I'm not sure about this by any means, but the Sharks seem to win games whenever Drew and Randy flirt. Like it's possible that the Sharks leading makes them all frisky and that's why they flirt, but you know a game is never over until the very end. Hmm. Anyway, tonight's bout of blatant flirting...

RANDY: We'll be on the road for Valentine's Day--how shall we celebrate it?
DREW: The way we always do, Randy. With a nice romantic dinner for two.
RANDY: How about for three? With Dan Rusanowsky.
And then Drew says something that I didn't quite catch! After I listened to it like ten times too. *pouts* Any of you guys caught it? :)

I love Whole Foods. I bought more caffeine-free chai and this fun salmon stuffed with lobster thing that you just pop in the oven for about 15 minutes. Mmm, getting hungry again.

Watching recorded Sens/Devils. After the first period, I'm thinking, "Defensive teams my ass!"

I think Havlat spends a lot of time on his knees. It's nice.

Holy fuck, how do we have 66 points? *kisses Sharks and gives them milk and cookies*
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