I'm going to just quit making entries on Thurdays when there's no hockey. Thursdays just happen; like turning left on the way to work. You know you did it. You can recall when they happen, but unless you hit a deer or see some drunken college woman peeing on the side of the road because the line to the Kings of Leon concert is longer than she expected, you really aren't going to remember a thing about them.
Measurement shows we're inches short.
My ball. 4th and inches on Life's 18.
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