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As promised, this past week Chez SLC has been stupid insane ridonkulous eventful. Apropos of nothing, if you've ever felt the need to test the bonds of love and devotion that attach you to your significant other of choice, plan a wedding. If you emerge from the experience richer for having endured it together (and with most of your soon-to-be extended family still alive) as we seem to have managed to do, then you're golden kids.
All that to say, please accept your humble scribe's most abject apologies for the utter neglect of my little sandbox. Happily for me, the Senators have been most accomodating by doing exactly Jack and Shit to keep we groundlings interested (and no, signing a boat load of depth players for Bingo doesn't count). But wait! There's more!
Beloved and I will shortly be off to the wilds of Eastern Ontario for a blissfully solitary week reading, drinking, eating, drinking, lounging, sleeping and drinking along the shores of Mississippi Lake. Did I mention there is no interweb access? No? Well there isn't. But there will be puh-LEN-ty of breakfast caesars. So there's that.
So my enlarged liver and I will see you again the week after next, relaxed, rested, and recharged for the awkward limp through the rest of this interminable off-season and the run up to training camp (49 more sleeps!).
In the meantime, if anything breaks on the Heatley front, just send up some smoke signals my way. I promise I'll see them. But I can't promise I'll care.
Thanks for stopping by, and have a great week. Be good to each other.
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