- A note from old college friend Shana (which I've subsequently misplaced).
- My old teamster card. Yes, I'm a box dragger.
- My high school hockey jersey. This wasn't a complete loss, but I hadn't seen the damned thing in years.
- A tarot set I'd thought I'd lost. I do not know how to read tarot, but the damned thing was humorous enough to keep around and made me enjoy my esotericism.
So, what to do except pick up some more, see what else I can find. Go figure. Ugh, I smell right now, but think I'll have hockey to watch in a little bit. Before I head to work.
Speaking of puck, I was hanging out with friend Matt at Kilowatt. To watch the Sharks put up a stinker to the Ducks, but that's neither here nor there. However, in the corner there was of the bar there was a group of Blackhawks fans, watching the Hawks take on the Flames. And they were yelling, carrying on, going freaking ballistic over the game. And I loved it. Every hit, every shot, cheers, jeers, really going at it. Like hockey should be watched.
I'm not going to say too much about my hockey experience here, but I've gotten the impression over the years that Bay Area sports fans basically watch their sports like they're in a library. I'd actually gotten bored with the sport because nobody knew how to watch it. And seeing them (and nearly getting into a fight with one of them), was awesome.
T-minus two months and counting. Time to fetch my laundry.
