You know, when you fly home 1600 miles, you kind of hope for the Oilers games to be on TV. As such, my crew arrived at Pub 1905 on Jasper Avenue with nothing to watch except for the Maple Leafs on the big screen (sans sound, mercifully), which reduced us to actually talking to each other, for Chrissakes. Plus, the Oilers apparently blew a 3-goal lead and lost in overtime. And Pisani is out. And Pitkanen is apparently dead.
Like everyone else, I've been too busy eating shortbread and catching up with old pals (along with running into every ex-girlfriend I've ever had in Edmonton) to really want to sit down in my parent's basement and whip off posts everyday. I have a sheaf of Fenwickian and Corsian numbers to leaf through, and I've been watching all of the games, naturally, so I'll probably get back into my regular groove when I get back home of not posting every two or three days instead of not posting every five days. Oddly, I'm a better Oilers fan when I'm in Toronto.
In the meantime, I'm getting my fill of Edmonton. The Empress is a nice, new place to get a pint and slobber on women, especially for a city in dire need of more than three bars where there isn't a DJ yelling out highball specials on the dance floor. The $500 million extension of Anthony Henday drive shaved 5 minutes off of my drive from the airport, although it now costs $30 bucks to take a cab from downtown to Sherwood Park, which pulls me up just short of another rant about LRT expansion and "revitalizing" the downtown core. The huge Millenium Place gym next to my parent's house had a surprisngly large number of army dudes loudly talking about snipers and IEDs, which is a far cry from the clientele of toy dog-carrying, well-to-do moms that frequent my gym in downtown Toronto. What else? There's nothing like coming home to a good game of ice-cold road hockey, even at the risk of peeling off my groin muscles like orange peels running around in the powdery, tractless snow that has been dumped on the city in the last few days. But yes: good times, good times.
Fun Fact: Ryan Smyth has 28 points in 35 games.
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