Oh that one time of winning one game in the Finals when I was a wee lad. My friend was absurdly excited, and from then on I caught the disease, ever since have been waiting for that feeling to come back to me again.

I'm in Vegas at the moment, and my only source for live hockey is Frozen Fury (i think i was the only person in a red shirt and sporting a mohawk this last FF) and Vegas Wranglers games, I find other sources of amusement in amateur drag racing, watching drunk chicks stumble around and out of my club, photography and good ole punk rock goodness with a little bit of roller derby viewing.