What better time than a pandemically induced, state-of-siege-like, self-quarantine to turn to my blogging brother in crime to remind me… that we were stir crazy long before it was fashionable. Before we proceed, sir, know that I will always be Continue reading
Five Boston Bruins fans walk into an Irish pub. I know this sounds like a bad joke that ends in either a bloody, chowder-spilled bar brawl or regrettable vomit stains all over someone’s vintage Bobby Orr jersey. You’ll be happy Continue reading
By J-Dub and SportsChump J-Dub doesn’t know what being a sports fan in Tampa means, but SportsChump has filled and entire corner of the interwebz with that angst. Imagine what your sporting fandom must be like with a steady diet Continue reading
I banned a customer, nay, a friend from the bar the other night. He hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, this person is perhaps the most ideal customer a business could want. He’s well behaved, spends a ton of money, Continue reading
If you’ve glanced at hockey at all, you’d know that the NHL season opened last night. You’d also know about Auston Matthews—drafted first overall this year—who scored 4 goals in his NHL debut. His first goal was off his first Continue reading
I have a hockey sensei. You know him as Dr. Milhouse. We didn’t talk much hockey/Lightning playoffs on the website this post-season because a) I was busy slinging drinks nightly to a thousand thirsty, rabid Lightning fans (love you guys!) Continue reading
Meet Jonathan Drouin. 20 years old from the furthest reaches of Quebec. Five years ago, he was drafted to a junior league hockey team in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He made his debut for the Halifax Mooseheads at 17, and got Continue reading
I’m about to say something I don’t think I’ve ever said before. Yup, I’m pretty sure these words have never come out of my mouth. Are you ready? I’m really looking forward to this hockey season. There, I said it. Continue reading
There’s a scene in “The Cable Guy” where the needy, clingy and downright frightening Jim Carrey tries to secure his fledgling friendship with the far more subdued Matthew Broderick. It is at that moment that Broderick tells Carrey he “just Continue reading
Well, after 102 games, Tampa Bay has made the Stanley Cup Finals. And I called it. As you all very well know by now, I’ve been to about fifteen Lightning games this season. Consider it my crash course in hockey. Continue reading