So....it finally happened.
So....it finally happened.
This morning I awoke strangely early. This is strange because I typically rise early anyway and seldom find myself requiring the use of an alarm clock these days - that's another story altogether. Even more strange, the fact that I was experiencing a prolonged, cold sweat. You know, the type you get when you've had a bad dream that seemed all to real?
Unable to discern the cause for my troubles I decided to cut my losses, get up and start the work day early. As I stepped into the shower I began seeing flashes across my memory reminding me of what I had been so disturbed by. Like scum in the toilet bowl, horrifying images of copper and blue, Bill Daly and his smug grin and worst of all that greasy Katz kid with his arms around the next top prospect to enter the NHL replaying in my mind.....It was now that I realized I had still been asleep all along. This nightmare was worse than any nightmare you could imagine. Having your thoughts invaded by the Oilers is one thing. Having your actual dreams sodomized by this circus sideshow is a completely different beast.
I sit here now on my lunch break, wondering, fearing. Could this actually happen again? The Oilers can't actually win this thing again, can they? Worst of all...how do I go back to sleep with the knowledge that this could happen again tonight?
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I hate to tell you this, but I’ve just launched an air biscuit
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