Not quite, but I tell you there were days when I wished...
No, I was chained to my desk working on a project that was supposed to be finished a month ago, but it. Just. Wouldn't. Die. I finally killed it at 2 this morning, so I'm back for the rest of the season, just in time for the break. And let me tell you, I'm expecting a reboot during those two weeks. Because I am not impressed with recent performances.
Anyway, 'nuff said. The Bitter Blues are up tomorrow night with the Mule back in the line up, so I'm hoping he'll make my return a memorable one. You know, in a GOOD way.
Ah, it's good to be back. I missed you guys!
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About RWBNB
I'll go right out and say it: I'm a Johnny-Come-Lately. In my defense, I didn't grow up in the Detroit area, in a hockey family, or ever having heard the name Gordie Howe. Trust me, I repent. It took the shock, horror, and remote control skills of a Michigan-native friend (to whom I am forever indebted) to sit me down in front of the television and turn on a Red Wings game before I converted, but I immediately saw the error of my ways. I am now that most dangerous of creatures: a Red Wings zealot. And what I originally lacked in time spent, I more than make up for in loyalty and obsessive fervor. Just ask my friend.
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