The Jackets rock, Nikolai Zherdev is still sexy, and life still hates me when it comes to hockey.
That said, I'm going to my first Thrashers game on Sunday, against the Oilers (I'm sensing a trend. I always go see the Oilers.) and I have made retarded signs for Hemmer for during warmups (because my brother is cheap and did not inform me that I was getting NOSEBLEED 400 seats for Christmas). One reads "STOP! HEMMERTIME!!" with the footnote of "My sister sign is in Kalamazoo, MI!" And the other is imploring him to grow his damn curls back.
And don't even TALK to me about the damn All-Star Game.
Also? It snowed in Atlanta. Like, snow accumulated (true it was gone by the morning, but it was there, I swear.). This is comparable to hell freezing over. I shit you not. People were going 35 miles per hour on the highway. I love the south sometimes.
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