Please Bear With Me
The Stanley Cup Final begins tonight, between two of 29 teams I don’t really care about. But anyway, it’s exciting, right? Go Kings or Devils!
More importantly, though, is that I stared death in the face today. Yes I did. It was a nice, black bear, and it’s always great to see one. And this one was eating by the side of the road, and I stopped my car and looked at him. Then he looked at me and began eating again. Then I drove away, knowing full well that this bear could sense that I take no shit from anyone.
Damn, I wish my wife could’ve seen me.
Now that I’m back in the friendly confines of my house, and in thinking back on this terrifying encounter of man against beast, I feel it was a sign. A sign that the Habs will win it all next year. I haven’t made an exact connection to a bear and the Habs winning the Cup just yet, but when I do, you’ll be the first to know.
In other news, Bob Hartley isn’t the coach yet.
Go Kings or Devils!