The weather was kind of wet for us in Florida, Broons. Nothing to write home about. Nice for me, 'cuz I like laying around and reading, or watching movies, but the young'uns had a few tense moments. We all managed to get a sunburn, anyway.
I've seen UM play some very strange games this year. They can sleep for long periods, and then suddenly turn it on and play like the ice belongs to them. The tournament might bring out the best in them, most of the time. I hope so.
Our goalie Montoya has not been as fantastic as he has been in previous years. Too many lapses and weak goals. Not sure why. Obviously, he needs to be very sharp to get Michigan to the Frozen Four, where anything can happen.
Another thing about these celebrity trials, is that they have very, very good attorneys, who have the judges intimidated. How else to explain the crapola Jacko's getting away with, which I think is leading to some kind of major move soon...perhaps a claim of total disability, totally bedridden in a private hospital, some sh## like that. How I'd love to smack that fool, just once, as hard as a pedophile-hating con would in Jackson State Prison(the nastiest max-security lockup in Michigan)...he'd probably disappear in a puff of white powder, like one of those prank golf balls, but at least he'd be gone.
As much as I think Blake was guilty, his dead wife was a complete con-job, who probably deserved it. Her crime-career was a really ugly piece of work, using those lonely-hearts ads to suck in desperate, lonely saps. I hate that! Then, she wanted to marry a celeb, and went to fantastic lengths to nab one. Too bad for her, she nabbed the wrong one. And that's the name of that tune...