Meatballs and pucks...

The rain scuppered our designs on taking a leisurely stroll. We darted to the nearest Subway for, in my case, a footlong meatball marinara, before listening to the Tigers coming unstuck at Middlesborough and catching the penultimate day of NHL fixtures, getting myself up to date on proceeedings before the play-offs for the biggest piece of silverware in the universe commence next week. The internet's a beautiful thing, giving me access to every game. Way back when I used to stand in the kitchen - the only place I could get reception - listening to what snippets of US sports I could on AFRTS between the dreadful washing machine noise that Amplitude Modulation provided its listeners with. Long may these live streams continue.