Well, after paying too much attention and money to hockey this season, I’ve been  “rewarded” with a repeat of last year’s stanley cup finals. Which for me is about as exciting as another addition to the “Weekend at Bernie’s” franchise. When its all said and done, all of this is pretty irrelevant minus the epiphany that the delete dabbling in any sort of “jock type” activity makes for a mighty uncomfortable and disappointing scenario. At the previous employer my interest in hockey was seen as odd as most other sports trumped any speak of hockey, which played pretty well into my Helen Keller inspired social life in that office, not to mention I realized that I had what is commonly known in the music world as “creative differences”, but I guess what I’m trying to say is… that they can have their sports back. I’ll retire to my art/design/music/etc. cave and hand in my proverbial foam finger. If Mr. Kroenke is reading this, could you return some of the money from the pile of bills that I left with you apparently to waste on this season’s hockey outings? That is all for now. Until the next time, courage.