I'm not sure if this is better or worse than Anaheim, all things considered.

... Except, you know, hockey can keep going exactly the same way it is now. That would be just fine.

That was probably the hardest time I've had boarding a plane in my life.

So... how's everyone settling in?

How the fuck is it already the middle of August?

And no, I don't want to talk about it.

Just when it seems -

whatever. I don't even know what to think right now.

Spent most of last night celebrating the motherfucking Tigers (where are you, Jay?) ... and yeah, you take what you can get these days. Toxic hangover still making itself felt. Kind of want to die. This is all fucking Bouwmeester's fault. Ugh.

S'good to be home. I'm not really sure where Penner is at the moment, last I knew he was heading over Getzlaf's way. I almost feel sorry for him.

Apparently some retards feel the need to start training already. Why me?

I'm not gonna lie, after the last few weeks? Last night? Was way too fucking great.

Stoli says this means snow golf on game days from now on, but that's kind of impossible with his stupidly soft head keeping him here. Lame. Don't tell me I'm going to have to try and teach Raffi the fucking rules, I'm in too good of a mood to beat someone over the ( Read more... )

Somebody get me to a dentist, stat. Ugh.

On the other hand, my date tonight was none other than one Raffi Torres. If that's not depressing as fuck-all, I don't know what is.

The sad thing is, I think his face probably looks better *now* than it did before. Sure you want to inflict your ugly mug on California, Stoli?

Let's never have that awkward of a conversation again.