Disconcerting Disconnect: Handsome Devil

Intense beer league playoff action went down last night. We managed a 6-5 win in OT to advance. Hooray. I whiffed on just about every shot in the warmup, but managed to score on my first shift thanks to a flailing goalie and an empty cage. Later, I potted one top corner, on the goalie that was as wide as he was tall (seriously). Before the game started I saw him sit down on a bench, and he was just as tall sitting down as he was standing up. Late in the third period, one of our guys took exception to their pest player's shenanigans and entered into a fisticuffs. Their guy seemed more interested in taking off his shirt than throwing blows, but no biggie. Just a little weird. You're supposed to wrap the guy's jersey over his head, not take it off. Get a room, eh. Hoser.

Handsome Devil

Bowz has had full reign over his castle this weekend, as his pest brother has been away up north bugging frogs, rabbits and deer instead. I swear my kiddo needs the dog to nip at him to keep happy though, as things are just too quiet without a nutso dog scurrying around constantly finding amusement in the same few things. Given our finally arrived spring weather, King Cat may have been too busy sunbathing to be bothered by the peace. Yesterday one of my hombres was telling me about the deviance of his cat, who mounts his dog for humps... Go figure the dog likes it, wagging his tail at the strange burst of attention from his pal.