hockey has infected my brain
I had a dream last night where an obese Patrick Kane wrote his phone number on my hand and then under it wrote (call me maybe). How is this my life.
Seriously though, given my previous lack of interest in following professional sports of any kind, the amount of time I've spent doing hockey-related Wikipedia searches is both staggering and embarrassing. A couple months ago I got pretty drunk and was talking to a friend who's a Habs fan and the whole night is kind of fuzzy but I'm pretty sure our conversation devolved to me saying "No, you suck. Toews. The end." Which is not something I would have ever imagined myself saying. Ever.
But if this is crazy, I don't want to be sane. In conclusion:
Seriously though, given my previous lack of interest in following professional sports of any kind, the amount of time I've spent doing hockey-related Wikipedia searches is both staggering and embarrassing. A couple months ago I got pretty drunk and was talking to a friend who's a Habs fan and the whole night is kind of fuzzy but I'm pretty sure our conversation devolved to me saying "No, you suck. Toews. The end." Which is not something I would have ever imagined myself saying. Ever.
But if this is crazy, I don't want to be sane. In conclusion: