But then, luckily, for better or worse, my cat puked… loud, rhythmic, and really fucking gross. And I realized; Callahan and I have a lot in common: we both panic vomit… well, sorta’, see Callahan puked because he “panicked” at his bowl of food, and while in a panicked state of hunger, had to eat every thing in both food bowls (Hextall just stood and watched… and plotted), leading to said expulsion.
Me? I was going to panic vomit. Why? Because I read everything on the internet (everything!) about trade rumors, retirement rumors, trade wishes, trade fantasy’s, foot, feet, hate, malaise, and more trade rumors about Peter Forsberg…
Look; I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT… no more… I have publicly stated before that I want to live in the fantasy world of make believe, where, even with the Flyers in last place (god that kills me!), Peter Forsberg has, and is the heart the Flyers need. Capitan? Oh, dear god no! #1 center? (yeah, yeah, when healthy…)Fuck yes! I will subscribe to this alternate reality until this season is over (yeah, I know, I know… early…), I WILL BELIEVE!!!
Now, I’m gonna’ open another beer, and tell you how there was one time that my Peter Forsberg Swedish national jersey cleaned my whole apartment… but first, me and Foppa gotta’ clean up some cat puke.
