Offseason

Wayne Blogged The...Offseason
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Summer is my least favorite season (In case you're wondering the order, it's 1) Fall, 2) Winter, 3) Spring, 4) Summer). It's hot, I don't have an AC, I'm stuck in suburbia, and baseball's the only sport on.

Don't get me wrong, I love baseball. But the "real" season doesn't begin until after the All Star Game. Right now it's just...blah. Football's still a couple of months away, hockey trailing shortly after that, and then basketball. I miss the action! I miss losing my voice on Sunday night's after a day of screaming at my TV. But most of all, I miss hockey. A lot.

My Bruins did great this year. They overcame injuries, and many-a-naysayer to actually make the playoffs and force a game seven against the (goddamn) Habs (see my next post about that whole series...)

But needless to say...there's not much to do around here. My band is on hiatus for the summer, my guitar strings are rusted, I'm broke, and working in a deli along with some of the most incompetent people I've ever met in my life...ever.

Luckily, there are some fun things to distract me for the next few months. I'll be seeing some good shows (Spoon, Wilco, Andrew Bird, Radiohead, The Eagles, and (hopefully) Bruce Springsteen), I've got a great group of friends who tolerate me and my fart-jokes, and I'll be heading into New York City this week proudly sporting a Red Sox shirt. Wish me luck...