February 28th-March 1st - 0-0

Screw hockey. I'm done talking about it (until we manage to win something). Idiot hockey team.

Decent enough weekend. No birthdays or trips to Ashland for anything, so we actually got to stay home and cook some meals and get some stuff done. Sam's birthday is Sunday. Party on Saturday, so a bunch of things we've been putting off had to be completed. Hung up the Godzilla poster in Sam's room.



There it is, right above his bed. Sweet. Little known fact about Hiner? I, too, am an incredible, unstoppable titan of terror. Trivia, this poster is the reason Godzilla was forever mistaken as being green. Godzilla has never been green. He's grey, but this poster got it wrong from the B/W movie, forever screwing up American perception of my childhood.

Anyway, the story from the weekend is that I was hanging up a poster of sorts in Sophie's room. Had it made in New York when I went to see Queen in 2005 (2005, how I loved you!). It's a sidewalk artist's rendering of her name, each letter being an ornate animal of sorts. Had it mounted, and it's been sitting around the old house, my workplace, and new one for nearly four years now. Finally when to hang it. Sam was helping me, handing me the tools. Screwdriver, pencil, that sort of thing. I turned to screw in the first clip, took may 20 seconds, and when I turned around Sam, had written all over Sophie's name.

I yelled at him to stop, and he had no idea why I was mad. "Why did you do that?!" I yelled. "Look what I made for Sophie," he replied. "You didn't make anything," I told him. "You ruined it."

Immediate devastation on his part. I was heartbroken. Felt like a total ass. He thought he was doing something nice, and I crushed the poor kid. I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if the little bastard didn't deserve it.

I was able to erase most of the pencil, so we hung it up anyway. Sam's cool, so no need to call social services. I'm sure he'll do worse things in his life, and I'll say worse things to him, but we'll all make it through, because no matter how made he makes me, my hockey team will make me more mad.

Three yard run.

2nd and 7 on my 37.