So like a brown bear emerging from hibernation I’ll shake off the fuzzies, work on getting my motor skills back up to speed, take stock of my surroundings, and perhaps kill someone and eat them.
That should give me plenty to talk about Friday night when the Red Wings come to town.
Slap Razor’s blog in to your RSS feed. Every entry makes me smile or chuckle. (And while you’re at it, send Daryl an e-mail telling him to cut his hair. The ’80s are over, Razor!)