Did you read that blog title to the tune of Madonna’s “La Isla Bonita”? Because that’s what I was going for.
This NHL Lockout is affecting me to an embarrassing degree. I’ve been pushing co-workers into walls or “up against the boards” to sate my desire for sporting violence. Two weeks ago I was walking down 6th Avenue, and I stopped in front of the NHL Store and just seethed quietly for about 12 minutes. And last night I had a dream that the lockout was over, the season was back on and I was sitting at Madison Square Garden drinking a humongous beer and screaming obscenities, just like Jesus intended.
When I woke up it took me a good couple of minutes to remember that it was just a dream and that there is still no hockey. I also couldn’t figure out why my TV was on and tuned to the Home Shopping Network. Oh goddammit – was I sleep-shopping again? We’ll know in 2-3 weeks when I receive the world’s creepiest collection of dolls:
“We’re Your Family Now….”
And use them to stage the weirdest pick-up hockey games ever. No, YOU’RE lonely!!
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