I have put together a very compelling list of things to discover over the next weeks, months and years while Gary Bettman and the Playboys play This Diamond Ring.
Look, chances are you outkicked your coverage in the lady department. Don’t feel bad, almost all of us do and this might be a time to reward the fairer sex. After all, if she didn’t leave after getting a whiff of the hockey equipment she’s not going to leave for anything, and God knows there have been a few nights where you got to choose the entertainment (and you can’t count having beer on the sofa and watching sports as a ‘win’ for her. If you want to go that route at least take her somewhere so she can feel like it’s a night out). So take the time to spoil her. Listen to what she says, ask her opinion, let her choose for once and maybe take the dog out to poop without making it feel like its her Christmas present.
And by the way–just in case you think I’m lecturing–the above paragraph was dictated word for word to me by my wife as Mrs. Lowetide explained once again how life works.
Great entertainment, plus we get to see a few Oiler draft picks develop. Martin Gernat and Mitch Moroz are the headliners for Oiler fans but this team should buzz all year and that Lazar fellow would make a very nice Oiler at next year’s draft.
Movies are always fun and with the lockout maybe you could also have popcorn AND milk duds. There are a lot of good movies on the way and several that you might have missed. Last movie I went to was the one with Tommy Lee Jones playing the role of my Grandpa when I was a kid. God what a grump.
This is my dog. Ziggy. My daughter named her after the Bowie song. She’s been with us since December, and damned if she isn’t just about the best thing about my life these days–although of course I did marry a good woman who loves me and my kids are good people.
It brings up an interesting question for men my age. In case of fire, who do you drag out first? My wife smells calamity 20 miles away so she’d wake up first, tell me to get out of bed and wake the kids. After that, I figure they’re smart enough to find their way out and the dog is the only one who greets me at the door anymore.
Gotta say I’d probably grab the dog first. A man has to be honest with himself.