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beerquest 6: the next generation:  Stars vs Blues

January 11, 1999 -- part seven: rest in peace:  wherein the writer has a vision on the way to Damascus.

January 18, 1999 -- part eight: the quiet ones:  wherein the writer ponders popularity.

January 25, 1999 -- part nine: winter:   wherein the writer finds himself growing old.

February 1, 1999 -- Say it ain't so Joe -- My first I-League game.

February 8, 1999 -- part ten: powerplay:  wherein the writer pays the price for others' mistakes.

February 15, 1999 -- 7 days -- All hockey.  All the time.

February 22, 1999 -- Doubleduty -- Two tough games.  One long night.

March 1, 1999 -- Giants in the Playground

March 8, 1999 -- part eleven:   15:01:  wherein the writer starts again.

March 15 1999 -- First Aid -- Reality comes crashing down on my knees.

March 29, 1999 -- Lisa's Hockey Manifesto: Life saving tips by Lisa Lowecki

April 5, 1999 -- Nemesis Confrontation: The Comets vs. the Dress Blues

April 19, 1999 -- -less: For JR, it was "Open mouth, insert Derian Hatcher."

May 24, 1999 -- stormwarning -- The Comets vs. the Hurricanes

May 31, 1999 -- Shake me to wake me -- Stars hockey: BORING!

June 7, 1999 -- And then there was one --The Comets vs. the Blades.

June 14, 1999 -- This Comet's Tale -- Thank yous that were in order.

June 21, 1999 -- apocatastasis -- The end is the beginning.

November 1, 1999 -- back on the pain gang -- there's no redeeming you from how ridiculous you look jabbing the contents of your desk drawer into your arm cast to get at that nagging itch you've had for the last six weeks.

November 8, 1999 -- when i was your age -- We would run around, tease the girls on the playground and sometimes break into a rousing game of "Oak Cliff" freeze tag, which requires a great deal more rock throwing than regular freeze tag.

November 15, 1999 -- a whiter shade of brown -- I am O.K. with the fact that when someone offers me soup made with a cow's stomach lining, I can say, "Could I just have a sandwich?"

November 22, 1999 -- shaken and stirred -- "Mom, this is my date, Pussy Galore. Pussy, this is my mom." Madcap mayhem ensues.

December 6, 1999 -- if wishes were horses -- Another Saturday night and another game in which we had managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

December 13, 1999 -- thanks for nuthin' -- I've been blessed with a visit by the Phlegm Fairy. He's just like his cousin, the Tooth Fairy, except his outfit is green and he leaves his presents in your sinuses instead of under your pillow.

December 20, 1999 -- dreaming of a white christmas -- Though I think I could live without my vision and many have said already that I live with no sense of taste.

December 28, 1999 -- living the dream -- Santa was kind enough to leave NHL2000 under my tree this year and my thumbs still haven't forgiven him.