Lord Stanley, that is.
I've just come home from Buffalo Wild Wings where Mark and Annie, Mark's two boys, and I, watched the Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup. I had a few beers. Heinekens. Three tall (and I DO MEAN TALL) draft beers. And a large glass of iced tea. Because I knew I wasn't going to be able to drive if I had any more beer.
What a game. WHAT A GAME. And the HAWKS WON THE STANLEY CUP.
So it's Wednesday evening and now ... I'm tired. And I'm a happy camper and I'm going to bed.