… and four loads of laundry … AND one-hundred fifty-plus blog posts read on goo.gle reader later (Not. Kidding. You.) …

and our Red Wings LOST. In our own building, nonetheless. How crushed “my boys” must have been early this morning when the game finally ended. Because they literally played their hearts out.

But alas … all is not lost. Lord Stanley’s Cup will be at tomorrow’s game. In Pittsburgh. When the Wings play again!