I'm going in to watch it right now at, of all places, the Strand in Brockport. Wasn't going to, but my friends want to see it in imax next week, and I find it hard to concentrate on a movie in that format.
Yeah, me too. I'm a glutton for punishment.
I won my fantasy league, so the trophy is beginning it's world tour at New Era Field this weekend. It's gonna see some things.
Anyway, back to the Tavares convo, two relatives becoming heroes in the same town for two different sports would make for a great story. It isn't going to happen though, because he isn't leaving Brooklyn, and even if he did we can't afford it.
It's 11° and snowing like a mofo. I haven't heard a plow go up my road all morning, so I'm not gonna bother traveling. I didn't have to work today, so I'm gonna put on my snuggie and watch some Netflix.
They're showing the review screen on TV. All they have is a shot looking straight down above the goal. Unfortunately, you couldn't see the puck under all of the players, so they couldn't tell what happened.
What?!
I had to drive through gates, spencerport, and brockport on the way home. That's why I mentioned The west side. The roads aren't that bad once you cross the county line, mostly because the traffic thins out.