| After a long Saturday night, I probably had no business
being up at nine in the morning. None. But for whatever reason, I was up and
about and by one o' clock, I was downtown, ready to watch some hockey. It was game three of the Stanley Cup playoffs and me and the "Jimmy Olsen of hardliners.com", Devin Pike, dragged our scruffy bodies out of our respective houses for a little stick and puck and quite a bit of beer. It had all the makings of a great afternoon . . . |
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The Stars' Club was filled, as one would expect, with
the "Cocaine and Boob-job Crowd." An endless parade of the shallow and the
desperate. Tables filled with those who would drive six inch nails into their skulls
if that was the "in" think to do. Of couse, they sure looked nice . . . |
| We, however, just looked like a bunch of guys who didn't own a razor among the three of us. And so, with facial hair firmly in place, we took our seats around a nearby TV and yelled at it. |  |