Happy New Year from me, Gaston, Jack Schitt, and Little Dennis.
One of my New Year’s resolutions is to lose ten pounds. If I could just do this, I’d be able to see my shoes again. Another resolution is to win the lottery. Then there’s that plan to walk, just once, the 32 kilometers to work to see if I can do it.
Habs in Sunrise, Florida, not far from Miami, to take on the Panthers and hopefully continue their new and improved play seen in the last two games. Canada’s juniors play the USA at the same time, and although the Americans haven’t had a good tournament, I’m sure they’ll be pumped to play the Canadians.
So it’s a fine night of hockey coming up.
Monday is the Winter Classic between the Rangers and Flyers and they’re talking of mild weather in Philadelphia which could ruin the whole thing. That’s fine by me because I think the whole concept is stupid. Not only are these games at the mercy of Mother Nature, but you’ve got a rink in the middle of a ball park or football field, and the seating starts so far away that those in the first row need binoculars. Those in the upper reaches of the stands need Hubble space telescopes.
Something inside me is yearning for a great thaw on this day. Maybe I shouldn’t think this way. Maybe I’m just miserable. But I think these things are, like I said, stupid.
Once again, Happy New Year. Hope you don’t get the flu even once. And I looked into my crystal ball and saw that 2012 is going to be your best year in a long time. Every night will be like the night you and that special someone found yourself in the back of a Volkswagen van with Barry White crooning through the speakers.