Color me shocked that I'm thiiiiiiiis far behind in my postings. The blame for my lethargy rests squarely on my mother. And of course it all started on the day I had a trip planned to San Jose to see the return of Jamie McGinn.
The months-long drama that sapped my energy is fodder for another blog posting; I won't bore you with it today. Fortunately, the lassitude did not fully set in for a few weeks, so I was able to make the trek to the game after work.
Obviously, much time has passed and I don't fully recall the details. One thing I know is that it was a bittersweet night for me. I really HATE HATE HATE the trade that sent Jamie McGinn to the Avs (along with a good prospect, Sgarbossa) in return for T.J. Galiardi and Daniel Winnick. So of course I wanted Ginner to do very well and hopefully continue the great season he was having. With the Sharks winning of course.
Didn't happen...
Because I have a dear, wonderful friend whom I adore, I tried to be by the Avs bench area during warmups. It was interesting....I had to move once and then I ended up sitting with some really nice guys...one of whom spilled a beer on my feet.
But hey, that's okay. He didn't get my camera...or did he? I'll just blame any sad, blurry photos on beer. And let you determine what I mean by that.
Warm-ups baby!
Here's Paul Stastny doing a pregame telly interview.
And Jumbo, my Jumbo giving a fan a smiley photo opp.
I love it when he does that.
