Extra strong Maxwell House and an extra helping of blueberries in the hot cakes this morning, for it is the best possible morning on my calendar: the winter weekend affording a Maryland pond hockey skate with my beer league buddies. See you in blissful soreness this evening, with photos.
Update (7:05 p.m.): Am sore. But I’m middle-aged. But . . . I scored the shinny-winning tally today when we were knotted at 19-all in a first-to-20 game. There’s a bit of Bill Guerin still in me.
It was a spectacular day for shinny — cold and crisp and sunny; best of all, we had the pond to ourselves. Meaning, I’m not gonna tell you were we where, cause next weekend is a three-day weekend for some, and we wanna be back out there with the sheet all to ourselves.