In Love

I love Colby Armstrong and I am having flashbacks to the Penguin Stanley Cup days where I was lucky enough to have had a friend with season tickets. In some ways Penguin playoff games are even better than Steeler games, although for me they are a ton more stressful. They move so f-ing fast! And I drink beer at these games. Since I never (okay, rarely) drink beer, I end up wound-up and buzzed-up by the first period. And the fights crack me up. Especially the way they circle each other before they throw a punch. Fun, fun! Now if only the Pirates could contend. Ha ha ha ha!

And why am I having a strange craving for red meat lately? I am all about meatballs (not the football playing kind, okay, maybe those, too!) Weird, because I am not a fan of the meat. I used to have nightmares about meatpacking plants when I was young. I swear this is true. Other people are afraid of spiders, ghosts, etc. Me? I am deathly afraid of butchers.

Oh, and can someone tell me why there is a bird that keeps flying into my window? It starts when they sun comes up and happens about a dozen times each morning. Is this bird insane? And why every morning? I check every night to see if the poor thing has finally hit hard enough to die on my porch.