Flying High

Summer is here (well, sort of), and I am shaking off some of my general state of malaise. Time to bust out the Sammy Hagar, the cold beer and tequila. I got the mountain bike tuned up (finally), and once I get a new middle chain ring on the front, I'll be ready to hit some trails.

My new team won a heck of a game last night over the number one team in our league. Those guys should be a league up from us, and by the end of the night, we had them whining and taking dumb penalties. They have only 3 regular season losses - and 2 are to us. One win for my backup, and good buddy, "Carp," and one win for yours truly. (write up is at HockeyGoalie, my other blog)

Now, if we could just shake this humidity off, I'd be happy. Or at least what approximates happy for a cranky malcontent like me...