Today was the day I made my final visit to the eye specialist so he could tell me all’s well after things weren’t going so well. All I have to do now is drop some steroids in my eye for three more weeks. I hope I’m not tested if I’m called up to the Habs to be the pure goal-scoring right winger they need.
What this means is, my time has shrunk and I’m not able to post anything meaningful. So before I headed out to see this eye guy, I put together a couple of tiny litttle posts, like a picture of a few pucks I have – Russian pucks – and after that, a nice photo of some new Habs. Sorry. This has probably happened to Red Fisher from time to time too.