A day of mourning

A few minutes ago I listened to the local Minnesota sports radio broadcast channel and heard the Wild hockey team lose the series in the first round. I am very saddened by that and decided that it needed a post.

If you faithful readers are going to help me find communion then I better share my deepest feelings . . . And tomorrow will be a day of mourning. I will wake up and when 11:30 comes around, I will watch the game of the week on NBC (I think, or at least it is channel 5 on my TV) and it will not be the same because my team lost, as if it was not enough for me to move to a state that seemingly does not have a state high school hockey tournament nor do they show their professional NHL team (who is a member of the original 5) on local broadcast ever. The season is truely over.

Spring has arrived, my beautiful winter has gone.

Well. . .

Maybe the Twins can do something.
sniffle, sniffle