The older I got and the more brothers and sisters who came along, my bedroom ended up being the living room couch because our house was just a little bigger than a car garage. Or to put it in perspective, just slightly smaller than Brad Marchand’s nose.
But I didn’t mind this arrangement. I was a teenager with a TV and phone near me. Just like rich teenagers..
And one more comparison to the little house I grew up in? I think it was just a bit bigger than the washroom at Boston’s TD Banknorth Garden where one poor Habs fan just wanted to pee but had to put up with several dozen wildly immature and boorish Bruins fans. (Thanks to Danno for sending this clip along).