5-0, Red Wings versus Penguins, tonight in Game 5. There is no way to describe that game without the use of the word "clusterfuck." What a spectacular meltdown by the Pens! At least my team logged lots of penalty time! L'Ailee, A., and other Red Wings fans/Pens haters in attendance at our house couldn't even bring themselves to trash talk after a while. I'm hoping for redemption in Games 6 and (let's be wildly optimistic) 7. Otherwise, I guess we could always claim the boys in black and white were doing their civic duty by saving Pittsburgh money on victory celebrations, per the Onion.
Also, L'Ailee's Red Wings fan team won street hockey this afternoon. And my cheap-ass youth stick finally broke. And we can't even have winning sports team sex because L'Ailee got thrown onto her ass twice and then crashed into the goalie net when she scored. That's right--the guys on our team were classy, too. Good thing we have lots of pillows and ice packs.
Also, Tony Stewart was going to start on the pole at Pocono tomorrow, but had to go to a backup car after crashing in practice and will now be starting at the back. Smoke is brilliant at going from the back to the front, but Pocono generally doesn't allow for that kind of thing.
I don't want to say the Gods owe me in such a petty little situation like this, but...nah! Guess I'll see what the surf is like tomorrow, and if that's no good, go see something cheerful like "Drag Me to Hell." I'll watch it through fanned fingers, kinda like the game tonight.