I skated tonight, and relatively poorly. Yeah, I had a few good plays, but I ended up falling a lot, and dinking around with the puck when I should have been shooting. My reasoning: My magic taters didn’t work tonight.
I’ve got this superstition that if I eat a bowl of mashed potatoes topped with sour cream, cheddar cheese, and fresh ground peppercorn, and then take a nap, I’ll have plenty of gusto to go out there and kick some ass. . .
Well, we played the easier team tonight, and we got our asses handed to us, 5 - 0. I had a few SOGs but my plus-minus rating is in the gutter.
Do you guys have any superstitions I could try? Maybe a little lucky practice or two? Playoffs are coming up, and I don’t want to suck. . .
Dude, all I’m saying is that I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting fake bacon on my taters and relying on them to carry me through. I’s have to have the real thing. No doubt.
Yeah, Tripler, that happens to a lot of guys. (Not me of course. My “taters” work juuust fine.) Maybe you were just tired. Or, did you take any cold medicine? I guess you just had to cuddle…