It's All In The Jersey, Baby

So here I am, getting off a long day of work, and I'm ready to unwind. Of course, this means getting out of my business casual threads, and into my exponentially more comfortable pajama pants and Flyers jersey.

Anyway, hunger pangs creep in, so I opt for a quick bowl of Kraft Dinner. Now, I don't know how often you consume this fine meal, but I sure as shit survive on it some days. Regardless, they're running a contest, wherein you go to the website (www.shoottowin.ca), enter your special code from specially marked products, and play a little game. It breaks down like this: you pick which goalie you want to face, then the target, type of shot and position. It's all a cute distraction from the fact that you're not winning a damn thing, but it kills the time while your KD cooks, so I do so whenever I'm cooking it.

Anyway, a few minutes ago, I decided to face Ed Belfour, aim my shot under the arm blocker side with a slapper from the right. It's all academic, as inevitably he makes a "spectacular " save, and I don't get shit. Except tonight, I blasted that fucker by him. I was like, "Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen." Then I got excited, as a fantastic prize could await me, should I know the answer to their grade 2 level skill testing question.

This is a lot of build up to tell you I won a $5 face tattoo of a random NHL team, isn't it? Let's just hope irony doesn't smack me upside the head, and that they don't send me a tat of the Leafs. The funny part is, though (aside from the totally whack fact that you can't pick what team you get), the fact that it's going to take between TWELVE and SIXTEEN weeks for the fucking thing to show up in my mailbox! By that time, hockey season is way the fuck over. Oh well... there's always next year, as they say.