For future Habs bloggers out there, when you’re waiting for draft day to come and the next Gomez to go, when days are long and winds are warm, when you hear the Beach Boys on classic rock radio as you mow the lawn and think about beer but have to go to work soon, you can do this:
Put up a solid standby, like Shania Twain:
It’s quick, it’s easy, she wears nice clothes, she’s a Timmins girl, and she’s good lookin. Sadly and almost certainly though, she’d probably try and seduce me if we ever met but I’d have to tell her I’m a happily-married man and I’m sure she’d take it hard, like a Joe Frazier punch in the gut. It just wouldn’t be very good. So Shania, if you’re listening, we have to keep our distance although I know it would be practically impossible for you, as impossible as Bob Dylan singing La Boheme, or the Leafs kissing Lord Stanley’s mug.
Be strong, Shania. Forget about me. You’re better off with your husband. I can’t be tamed.