Okay the playoffs have shaped into something pretty special(as usual). The Sharks have been eliminated in true President's Trophy curse tradition.
In the West you have arguably the two best goaltenders in the NHL going head to head. Roberto Luongo and Nikolai Khabibulin. A very young Blackhawks team ready to bring pride back to the Chicago hockey fans. The Wings and the Ducks duking it out. Already getting bloody.
In the East Ovechkin and Crosby up against each other. An offensive epic ripe for a league frothing at the mouth for new fans. The Bruins ready to test the once Cup worthy Canes. A good chance for an Original Six Cup run.
Okay I'm not a fan of Lance. I really don't want him in the only Giro I'm gonna get to see in person, but the AFLD (Agence Française de Lutte contre le Dopage) tactics are bullshit. I just don't get it. If your gonna take him down, do it fair. Jeez, proven French dopers are heroes. Take for example Richard Virenque. I really hope Lance is legit. Not because I like him, but because a lot of decent people believe in him. You won't catch me rooting for Astana this May or July.
Three games to make up. Five games left. Preds, Blues, Wild, & Oilers in the way. In a perfect world the Stanley Cup march has begun. The reality of my life indicates not.
I really like my new pajama bottoms. I am a vegetable eater, but love to wear wool socks and leather belts. My ultimate dream is to drink a double Americano with turbinado, from Lord Stanley's Cup. I really like Italian components, German tires, French wheels, English saddles, Japanese handlebars, CNC'ed stuff, and Chro-Moly frames. I also enjoy wasting precious minutes watching the head of my Guinness settle.