Sitting here watching the Sharks play the Blues in the
Stanley Cup Playoffs, doggy on my lap.
It’s just the best. Happy times with a pup.
Watching the sharks play is, in some way, a way to stay
connected to my son-in-law Jesse, because he and our daughter are far away (although
watching grown men chase pieces of vulcanized rubber with big curved sticks - while
skating - is always fun). Actually “playoffs” in almost any sport is
interesting – but this is more so because is keeps me connected to Jesse while he
is off in the wilds of the Bay area saving people from the evils of the super ego,
ego and id. While Jesse is honing his
doctor skills, Julia is breathing cultural life into the youth of tomorrow – so
proud of them - but we miss them so much.
Go Sharks!
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