I stayed up way too late (again) last night and this is the culprit...Cranium. Yes, it looks like a child's game. But we are childish & immature "young at heart" in this family and are game for pretty much anything. That includes trying to stand up from a lying down position with a dice on your forehead. And playing sculpting with playdoh clay (why did we trust Ty to this and willingly place clay in his hands?...he immediately sculpted things that only a man could be proud of). One of the tasks involves drawing with your eyes closed and having your partner guess what you've drawn. This was Ty's creation, that I guessed to be an x-ray of a turd with dental floss in it. The answer was "leash" and that, my friends, is the world's ugliest dog. After the crappy art link, I think we're on a roll here.

The Giants game was fun, but a bust. Our goaltender was awful (again) and let in a couple of really weak goals. But the penalties killed us...I think they were about 106 to their 1. Apparently the ref was on crack and had stapled his eyes shut. And the linesman's little pat on the ass of one of the Bruin's player was a dead giveaway that we were going to lose because they had man crushes on each other. Yes, I'm a sore loser.

We had excellent seats and I should've taken my camera. Each time a guy got flattened into the boards (which was often), we could see up his nostrils. Flying pucks were a concern though. As were those annoying as hell Chilliwack fans who kicked the backs of our seats and screamed in our ears all night. Hillbillies. ("Fuck the cowbell, Ty, hand me my gun......").

Well I'm off to more hockey...Brandon's been called up to a rep team for their playoffs and the final game's in an hour.
HOCKEY IS MY LIFE. I am a such a loser.