I’m losing track. Sinking like a stone.
Briere, Ribeiro, Alfredsson, Sequin, Lecavalier, Schneider, Peverly, Emery, Regin, Ference, Komisarek, Horton, Radio City Rocketts, partridges in a pear tree, and on and on and on.
It’s all too much for me. I can’t relate. Players moving around, dollars being tossed like confetti. More and more I see hockey going nuts.
It’s Friday and I need to get away from this madness.
I just want to mention one thing before I go. I have an office at my new job, and in my office there’s a gigantic framed picture more than three feet wide and three feet high of the famous photo of the Rocket shaking hands with Sugar Jim Henry, which used to hang in Rocket’s electronics store.
This has absolutely nothing to do with the wheeling and dealing going on now around the league, but anyway………just keep any weapons like knives away from me at this time.