Losses in Seattle are the worst losses.
I think I have emotional whiplash. There’s only so much a man can take. Back and forth, back and forth, all night long. Way too much drama. Five goals? That would have been fine. But that sixth one? Too much. Way too much.
So for this column, the “Six Degrees” will actually be “Six Goals” followed by “Six Emotions.” Continue reading
Bring forth the awesomeness!
Keep the highs low and the lows high, people. Try, at least.
In the wake of a very disheartening 2-1 loss at San Jose, I’ve decided to ignore all these negative thoughts coursing through my tiny little brain and instead focus only on the positive. I’m going to put on my rose-colored glasses (they’re actually closer to fuscia than rose…) and see if I can bang out this column without saying a single negative thing.
Warning: in this effort to buck up my spirits, I may be a little heavy-handed with the exclamation points. And, God help me, I might even throw in some smiley faces or something. I’ll try not to, but things happen, you know?
This column is brought to you by the word “meh.”
The Beast’s finest hour.