I just got home from Denver, where I witnessed a severe Avs-kicking of the Minnesota Wild. Avs won 5-1. Anyway, normally I’d just jump straight in bed since it’s after 1 in the morning and I have to get up for work in less than 5 hours. But today, I had to take a shower and scrub my head with steel-wool first.
That’s because I looked like this at the game:
I’m on the left, my brother-in-law is on the right. No, that’s not his real hair. And I’ve got a number 21 (for Peter Forsberg: “May the Forsberg be with you!”) on my head. The back of my head, which you cannot see, actually had a nice red “AVS” on it too.
I screamed my head off during the game, of course. When you’re dressed up like this, you have to do that :-) And we had several people ask to take our pictures, and even one guy offered to buy my brother-in-law and me a round of beer after the game. (I declined, stating that we had to head back to Colorado Springs, and of course my bro-in-law actually has to go further to get back to his house, but in reality I just wasn’t interested in getting a beer with some drunk guy whom I had never met before.)
Oh well. Now I need to get some sleep so I’m not a complete zombie at work.
