Three dudes, 10 bottles of beer, three states, 280 miles, one bottle of coke, two small market teams, one extraordinarily boring hockey game.
That just about sums up my trip to see Game Two of the Stanley Cup Finals.
I know I sound like a whiny bitch, but it was the most boring hockey game I have ever seen.
At least it was made entertaning by Jason's exclamation to the guy sitting next to me, who happened to be wearing a Stephane Richer Devils jersey:
"Stephane Richer! Don't you know he's GAY? Uhhh.... (Jason thinks quickly) not that there's anything wrong with that!"
Great. Now I am bored and uncomfortable, with Paulie Walnuts thinking about how to fit three horses' heads into the RSX with the Connecticut plates.