Whatever

*yawn*

So I was all set to write a great piece on the Stanley Cup Playoffs - told Sean and Will I would, sat down to write it - twice. I love hockey. Always have. Grew up playing hockey, loving the Hawks, liking the Rangers and fucking hating the Wings. I've been watching the playoffs, I follow hockey more than most, which is to say I've watched it - ever. But for some reason, each time I sat down at my little mac book, Red Bull by my side, cigarette in hand, earbuds in - ready to write - nothing! Not a damn thing. Not a single moving or inspirational thought regarding Lord Stanley's cup. Anyone who knows me knows I'm not exactly a man of few words - give me a topic, I'll riff on it, bitch about it, add my own 8 bucks (for those scoring at home, that's like 2 cents times 400). John Lennon said, "I'm an artist. You give me a tuba, I'll get somethin' out of it." That's sort of how I am about sharing my opinion (of course everyone loves John's music and nobody really gives a shit what I have to say, but that doesn't stop me from tellin' them.) But I sit down to write about hockey and boom - nothing! ...