Seven more weeks to go! I do not know if I will make it because I could use a vacation now with the recent three-day weekend shot down the toilet courtesy of my back…which is feeling much better, let’s hear it for Western medicine especially when it’s affordable. I also have an appointment with a physical therapist this upcoming Thursday morning, ugh.
As we get closer to the Monday night in which we’ll be up all evening packing, preparing and running on adrenaline, I want to get everyone’s gambling requests started. One bet I’m irked about is my futures wager on Philly winning the Stanley Cup. I figure they’ll win because I didn’t lay my $10 on the line and the odds may have been as impressive as my 2004 attempt, 14-1 against.
We’re still trying to find a fourth thing to do. My friend-contact who could help me with tickets to a Cirque du Soleil show is pre-occupied; his wife gave birth to a baby girl; a rather good reason not to bother him. Those suggestions can go here. I may be cool with sticking to three though.
Meanwhile, how about those Flyers and Stars!