The guy who fixed my boiler today invited me to join his hockey league. They play right down the street at the Armory and it would be a nice outlet for some pent up aggression. But I have this whole problem of a Lego, snap-on shoulder that tends to dislocate if someone looks at it wrong. And with the Olympics coming up, I know I'm gonna be jonesin to play. Last time I played I was in a sling for two weeks. To be continued...
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