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Catching up....

Well I am a week behind on things to write about, so I will go back to next weekend later today, but for now, It is HOCKEY TIME! woo hoo!!! Yesterday the Ducks got clobbered by the Buffalo Sabres, however, in recent years the two teams seem to trade off, ie, they win, we win, they win, we win...well our last meeting, I believe we won, but the downside is, we played them on opening day for ours and their hockey season, which means we are now 0-1.

If all goes well today for the Anaheim Ducks, they will be 1-1, which would be an okay record to come back to the states with.  Perhaps Santa didn't like them eating his Reindeer while in Finland?? Don't know, can't say, but it's a good theory. Or maybe doing the sauna to the cold ocean thing froze up some important mojo to get moving on the ice? Don't know, can't say, but a decent theory.  Either way, the teams needs to step it up today as they take on the New York Rangers in Sweden.  The top line needs to find their footing and their scoring prowess and the defense? Yeah, stop hanging your goalie out to dry, I thought you all got over that last season??

The best part of today though isn't just the game, it's the mini watch party we have going on at the Home of the Canterbury Tails (yes, Tails, for the cats, not Tales for the long bazillion word poem. :).  We have waffles en route, and breakfast with some of the peeps to celebrate the second day of the Ducks hockey season...What better way is there to start the weekend?

Happy Saturday to all and may your weekend not fly by!

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