Quintin Laing’s a freakin’ beast. (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/12/23/AR2007122302363.html) if that link doesn’t work.) Which, of course, is why my little derby addled brain loves him so much.
In other news, the Pens play the Caps slightly less than three hours away from where I am right now and I can’t talk anyone in the family into driving me OR letting me take the car. Damn and blast.
I’ve also heard through the grapevine, aka text message that Boudreau’s been named full-time head coach of the Caps. I hate to say I knew it first, but I knew it first, as it’d been hinted at for a while down in Chocolateville. I was biding my time, as I figured it wasn’t my place to break that one. (But dammit, someday I want to break SOMETHING first!:-)
Still technically on sabbatical from the blog, as I’m not even TRYING it on the 54.4 connection at my grandparent’s house, but I’ve found a sympathetic coffee shop out here in mid-Ohio, so you’re getting (at the very least) assurance I’m still alive.