On a slow, lazy Saturday we have a few things on our mind (mostly those things involve rum-soaked pound cake and MarioKart Wii):
– Today’s pre-season game against the Rangers could not have been better. The Rangers dressed pretty much their entire regular season line-up, including Lundqvist. The Devils had 1 1/2 NHL-caliber defensemen and 2 NHL-caliber lines. And yet the Devils still ran circles around the Rangers, who Joe Micheletti assured us were only sucking because they need it to be the regular season before they can play well. Handsome Hank got pulled in the second after the Elias-Gionta-Rolston powerhouse line scored their third goal. If that line can keep that going this season, we’ll be happy, happy campers.
– At one point in the game, Marc Staal went down to block a shot fired from the blue line by Brian Rolston. If there is one thing any scouting report should say about a game against whatever team has Brian Rolston it should be: “For the love of Pete, whatever you do, do NOT block a shot from Brian Rolston!” Staal appeared at the time to avoid any serious injury, but honestly, that boneheaded play had broken arm written all over it. Which got us thinking about why the Devils don’t go down to block shots. We’re pretty sure the reason is that every training camp there’s an oldish guy who shows up for one more shot at making the bigs. And then in the first big practice, he goes down to block a shot. Screaming, he gets up from the ice and… One of his arms falls off! Lou then leaps out from one of the benches and shouts, “And that is why you don’t go down to block shots!!!” It should be noted the Devils also never put empty milk containers in the fridge without a note saying someone needs to buy more milk.
– We had several goals in mind when we started this blog. Chief among those goals was to receive the following picture in our email inbox with the message, “I saw this and thought of you and the Devils!”
Photo Credit: Patty (in Dallas)
One of his arms falls off! Lou then leaps out from one of the benches and shouts, “And that is why you don’t go down to block shots!!!”
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
the Devils still ran circles around the Rangers, who Joe Micheletti assured us were only sucking because they need it to be the regular season before they can play well.
That’s the lamest excuse in the history of lame excuses.
And Craig Rivet made it a whole 9:12 into his career as a Buffalo Sabre before getting into a fight with a Leaf who got into Crunchy’s personal space.
That picture is the photographic epitome of IPB. A raccoon (who may or may not be a raccoon wife) AND wine on a tree-shaped wine rack?
I have seen heaven, and it is this picture.
Amy, that’s AWESOME that Rivet is already everything you’ve been hoping for! I bet Crunchy was distracted for a few minutes after the fight, for all the swooning he was doing. :D
Josh, I think you’re right! I’d say more, but I am literally too drunk to type. Huh. I had no idea all those glasses of wine would sneak up on me so quickly tonight. Heh heh heh. Oh, and alsdjfpasoiuer;aonfd;lakdjfopaiudo;akjse;rlak
So Craig Rivet won’t have to pay for a drink in Buffalo tonight, eh? Sweet! I have high hopes for him for you guys — he was an awesome PanBoxer.
Josh, I was so excited when Patty sent us the picture because you’re so right — it’s totally IPB in a nutshell! We’re the proverbial raccoon digging through the Cracker Jack box that is the Devils next to (or perhaps fueled by?) the Tree of Wine.
Josh, I think you’re right! I’d say more, but I am literally too drunk to type. Huh. I had no idea all those glasses of wine would sneak up on me so quickly tonight. Heh heh heh. Oh, and alsdjfpasoiuer;aonfd;lakdjfopaiudo;akjse;rlak
Josh, I was so excited when Patty sent us the picture because you’re so right — it’s totally IPB in a nutshell! We’re the proverbial raccoon digging through the Cracker Jack box that is the Devils next to (or perhaps fueled by?) the Tree of Wine.
Well, you WILL note that the bottles of wine on the wine tree ARE empty. Hmmmmmmmmm. :)
Alls I have this evening is beer, and I’m not a fan of Yuengling from a bottle. Too bitter. I need to invest in a Blue Moon tap in my house…someday…
I need to invest in a Blue Moon tap in my house…someday…
That’s the sort of thing that, if you were a professional blogger, you could write off as a business expense.
That’s the sort of thing that, if you were a professional blogger, you could write off as a business expense.
You know…I DO need beer to properly LiveCap. I mean, I’m not witty or funny at all without beer. If I were to LiveCap sober, it would be a disaster, it would!
A brilliant idea, Schnookie! I need to look into this…
When I strike it rich, instead of getting a butler, I’ll get my own personal homebrewer to have nice, tasty, fresh beer for me all the time (but without me worrying about it exploding all over the kitchen or tasting bad when I finish brewing it).
Livecapping sober is a fool’s errand.
When I strike it rich, instead of getting a butler, I’ll get my own personal homebrewer to have nice, tasty, fresh beer for me all the time (but without me worrying about it exploding all over the kitchen or tasting bad when I finish brewing it).
Oh god, the last time I did a homebrew kind of thing, it wound up tasting AWFUL. Two weeks of waiting, and I had to dump the whole damn thing. Ugh.
Livecapping sober is a fool’s errand.
Truly ’tis! I need to get back into LiveCapping shape, too. I’m out of shape, not drinking every other night and such…
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
That picture is AMAZING!
Everyone should be drunk on a Saturday :)
I need to get back into LiveCapping shape, too. I’m out of shape, not drinking every other night and such…
I was shocked at how out of shape I was the other night when we diarized that preseason game. I need to start bulking up my liver if we’re going to make it through another season!
Everyone should be drunk on a Saturday :)
I think we’re all working on it, alix! :D
I need to get back into LiveCapping shape, too.
Bloggers need training camp, too! Our bosses should give us two weeks before the season starts off to spend diarizing/livecapping old video footage while Sutter yells at us to get us in gear.
alix, I see you’re surviving the weekend so far what with the big game and parties and all!
Everyone should be drunk on a Saturday :)
I think we’re all working on it, alix!
I’ll be the designated blogger then, since I’m only drinking pop. Safety first and all that jazz.
I’ll be the designated blogger then, since I’m only drinking pop. Safety first and all that jazz.
Hehe, I love the idea of a designated blogger, who will post on everyone’s blogs when we’re all too wasted to do it ourselves safely, without embarrassing ourselves.
And we will all send flowers and candy in the morning!
Well, mid-afternoon
I’ll be the designated blogger then, since I’m only drinking pop. Safety first and all that jazz.
Amy, thank god you’re here! Without your prudence, we’d be crashing our blogs into telephone poles and who-knows-what-else!
Well, mid-afternoon
Nice catch! I was going to say that I certainly wouldn’t be sending ANYTHING in the morning.
Josh, when I saw that guy in the store, I actually checked the price tag to see if I could bring it home with me! Unfortunately, taxidermy appears to be pretty expensive.
Unfortunately, taxidermy appears to be pretty expensive.
That raccoon’s like, “You’re telling me!”
Without your prudence, we’d be crashing our blogs into telephone poles and who-knows-what-else!
Glad I could help.
I think we’re all working on it, alix! :D
Good work! :D
alix, I see you’re surviving the weekend so far what with the big game and parties and all!
It has definitely been a marathon. :P
Designated blogger! Loooove it! Thank goodness Amy is here to stop me from drunkenly hitting on another blog that’s not good enough for me.
Thank goodness Amy is here to stop me from drunkenly hitting on another blog that’s not good enough for me.
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Amy is the best! :D
Thank goodness Amy is here to stop me from drunkenly hitting on another blog that’s not good enough for me.
Don’t do it, alix! That blog will look so different in the morning.
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to this entire post and thread.
Don’t know if anyone is around, but
*here’s some virtual cake*
It’s my blogabirthday today!
Great post -Ookies, and great thread. Just, wow. I laughed so hard I cried. It was awesome.
Happy Blogabirthday, Alix! Good blogger, have a cookie :D
Happy Blogbirthday, alix! And many, many more! *tosses giraffe-colored confetti*
Happy Blogabirthday, alix!!! WOO HOOOOO!!!!!!
Thanks! :) I wouldn’t have a blog if it wasn’t for the Ookies. Awwww.
Screaming, he gets up from the ice and… One of his arms falls off!
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The whole teaching lessons thing is possibly my absolute favorite AD recurring theme. Well played, indeed.
I wouldn’t have a blog if it wasn’t for the Ookies. Awwww.
Awwww! I feel like the lady in The Nutcracker with all the kids under her skirt! Or, um, something like that. :P
Gambler, Pookie just totally calmly pulled that reference out while we were watching the game, and I was just humbled. She’s an AD-reference superstar.
“It should be noted the Devils also never put empty milk containers in the fridge without a note saying someone needs to buy more milk.”
So it makes it ok to put the carton back empty as long as there’s a note? Don’t think so Tim! Oilers players are more classy; they immediately replace the empty with a fresh one. That, or they feel Shawn Horcoff’s heterochromic glare boring into their skulls at next practise, and then they get tied to the goalpost while Sheldon Souray takes slapshots at them. If they survive, Ethan Moreau packs them off to his brother’s “conditioning” camp while Kevin Lowe asks them to cough up their signing bonus in order to facilitate a trade.
And that’s just for milk. Imagine what would happen if they left the *beer* carton empty?!
Happy Blogabirthday, alix! WOO HOO! Can you believe it’s been a whole year?
Good morning, everyone! I hope everyone had a smashing good weekend! I just went to the Devils website and they have a Blingy-Bob-esque clock counting down to Opening Night! It’s only 11 days, 9 hours, and… 50 seconds! WOOOOO!
Morning, Pookie! That’s so exciting! Only 11 days!? Yay!
Wow! Only 11 days until WE’RE at The Rawk!!! WOO HOOO!!!! On our hot date with Frisby!
Good morning, everyone! I’m totally wiped out today because I spent last night being some kind of crazy MarioKart savant. I was unlocking tracks and cars left and right. I’m normally really crappy at it, so I think I was possessed by some MarioKart-expert spirit. And now I feel empty, exhausted, and used up. :P
I’m normally really crappy at it, so I think I was possessed by some MarioKart-expert spirit. And now I feel empty, exhausted, and used up. :P
This is the reverse of how I was at Devil May Cry 3 this weekend. I played DMC4 earlier this month and kicked ass at it; I buy DMC3 and can’t even get past the first boss fight, dammit.
Schnookie, I’m sure you’ll go home tonight and discover you’re more than just some MarioKart temporary savant! Surely that has to stick around long enough for you to unlock everything!
Thanks for your faith, Caitlin! I hope you’re right! :D (What a drag about Devil May Cry 3. What’s UO with the earlier version being harder than the 4th one?)
Good morning, everyone!
Blingy-Bob-esque clock counting down to Opening Night! It’s only 11 days, 9 hours, and… 50 seconds!
I’d rather have a blingy-bob clock than the roadblock page the Sabres have set up to trumpet their first game.
What’s UO with the earlier version being harder than the 4th one?)
I have no idea! I think it’s because you don’t start out with the same powers as you get in DMC4 which makes it harder to cut bitches with your ginormous sword.
I think it’s because you don’t start out with the same powers as you get in DMC4 which makes it harder to cut bitches with your ginormous sword.
That an DMC3 was ridiculously hard. I don’t want bosses that learn from their mistakes, goshdarnit!
That an DMC3 was ridiculously hard. I don’t want bosses that learn from their mistakes, goshdarnit!
Dammit, I know, right? I can’t beat the stupid phasing electro-cloaky first boss. Plus, at least so far, you can’t break shit to discover the green health orbs like you could in DMC4. Boo.
I’d rather have a blingy-bob clock than the roadblock page the Sabres have set up to trumpet their first game.
The Sabres are approaching their first game as a roadblock? That can’t be good…
The Sabres are approaching their first game as a roadblock? That can’t be good…
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Maybe they’re trying to help Crunchy visualize himself as a roadblock?
Maybe they’re trying to help Crunchy visualize himself as a roadblock?
Nah, he’s more of a highway cone than a full-on roadblock.
Nah, he’s more of a highway cone than a full-on roadblock.
Crunchy: Highway cones can be very effective deterrents!
Crunchy: Highway cones can be very effective deterrents!
Good point, but they also get smushed very easily.
Good point, but they also get smushed very easily.
But only by big, fast-moving cars. How much of the Northeast Division is big, fast-moving cars?
How much of the Northeast Division is big, fast-moving cars?
Ottawa’s like, “Not us!”
But only by big, fast-moving cars. How much of the Northeast Division is big, fast-moving cars?
Just Chara, but he’s more big than fast.
Chara’s like, “Hey, if someone gives me a big enough push, I can build up some steam.”
“Hey, if someone gives me a big enough push, I can build up some steam.”
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Chara’s D-partner is all like, “Well, it’s his job to be big and it’s my job to push. He’s the engine and I’m the caboose!”
This was the opening line in the Daily News regarding the Devils/Rangers game:
The way the Rangers played Saturday afternoon, it’s no wonder they fled the country last night.
Tee-hee.
Hey all!
I wore my Miller t-shirt yesterday and wondered how he would feel about someone of my short and wide stature wearing a t-shirt with his name on it.
Went to the Stars/Blues game Saturday. One of these days I’ll actually have time to post about it. The biggest thing I learned was that I can’t text worth a darn. Every time I tried to exit after sending a message, I mistakenly hit back and would resend the message. I must have sent Caitlin 20 miessages when I only meant to send 5. Yes, I actually resorted to cursing, “Damn, damn, damn, I’m an idoit.” The Kid was thoroughly embarassed by my texting suckitude. Sorry, Caitlin.
The way the Rangers played Saturday afternoon, it’s no wonder they fled the country last night.
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Myra, I’m a terrible texter, too, if it’s any help!
Myra, I’m a terrible texter, too, if it’s any help!
Me too! I’ve twice now gotten txts from people I was meeting at a certain time saying things like, “I’m at the train station” or “I’m at X-landmark, meet me there” — only I’ve gotten them a day late because I never have my phone on.
Thanks, I think the fact that I kept making the same mistake over and over again is what really bugged me. That and the Stars’ power play sucked big time.
The Kid was thoroughly embarassed by my texting suckitude. Sorry, Caitlin.
Oh, it’s no big deal! Heh. You should see how my mom texts. You do pretty well! I figured it was something with my phone, actually.
Oh, man, it was a good game on Saturday but by the time I got home I was exhausted! So, Stage 5 of Hermitude, here I come.
(The Kid, by the way, looked so adorable in her jersey. And Hubbie must be the sweetest, quietest man alive, Myra. :D)
That and the Stars’ power play sucked big time.
I thought Jen was going to leave her seat and decapitate Richards. By the end of the game, I fully expected her to be screaming, “Bring me the head of BRAD RICHARDS!”
He had…not such a good night.
But I was thoroughly impressed with the prospects – much more than last year. Stafford, Neal, Pushkarev and the others looked way stronger than the group of prospects did last year. Pushkarev improved about 110%, I think. And Jen commented that B.J. Crombeen got incredibly speedy over the summer, which I hadn’t noticed until she pointed it out.
The way the Rangers played Saturday afternoon, it’s no wonder they fled the country last night.
I know! It was so, so, so awesome how bad they looked! And how awesome Elias-Gionta-Rolston looked, come to think of it.
I figured it was something with my phone, actually.
Rats, I should have kept my mouth shut!
They did their usual “come alive during the 3rd period.” I was really excited to see Ott score goal! I don’t have a point of comparsion on the prospects but BJ sure seems to be on fire.
The Kid had a great time and so did her BFF who was at her first hockey game. Their only disappointment was that there were no fights. Hee. But they wore me out.
Hubbie is pretty quiet but has been even more so lately. Work has been pretty stressful. I hope they ease up on him soon.
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Oh, man, it was a good game on Saturday but by the time I got home I was exhausted! So, Stage 5 of Hermitude, here I come.
WOO HOO! I get exhausted from having to go to the grocery store, so you’re well on your way, Caitlin! :D
Their only disappointment was that there were no fights. Hee. But they wore me out.
Hee! Aww, but they were sweet. And I was so excited for you when Ott scored a goal!
I get exhausted from having to go to the grocery store, so you’re well on your way, Caitlin! :D
I’m so excited! Being a hermit thrills me to my very core.
A random aside: I got a huge amount chopped off on Saturday and when I came into work my coworker told me, “Wow, you got your haircut! It looks so much better because well…you SO needed it. I mean really. This is so much better. You should keep that haircut thing up.”
Grr.
This is the same coworker who told me the other day, “You’re losing weight – I can tell – because your legs don’t look so big.” Thaaaanks. And I wonder at times why I am turning into a crazy cat lady.
Uh, so . . . it’s nice that she’s trying to be complimentary? Man, even I’m more socially competent than that.
Man, even I’m more socially competent than that.
I was thinking the same thing!
I mean, thinking the same thing about me, not you. I didn’t mean that I think you’re socially imcompetent. See? I’m a wreck!
Wow, Caitlin, I’d be hermiting hard if I was dealing with people like that! Holy schneikie! Even Meg’s more socially competent than that!
(Although I bet you really DID need that haircut. And your legs were getting kind of chunky.)
Uh, so . . . it’s nice that she’s trying to be complimentary? Man, even I’m more socially competent than that.
I don’t know. I think she just…oh, who knows.
I mean, thinking the same thing about me, not you. I didn’t mean that I think you’re socially imcompetent. See? I’m a wreck!
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Good afternoon everyone!
Hope all of you are having a good day!
I’m sorry about your bitchy coworker, Caitlin. She sounds like a ho bag.
Did you guys hear the Canucks are 4-0? WOOOOOOO!!
She sounds like a ho bag.
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And yay for the Canucks!
(Although I bet you really DID need that haircut. And your legs were getting kind of chunky.)
This is so true. I’m just a walking hot mess, aren’t I?
She sounds like a ho bag.
Later today you should go over to her and say, “Did you finally ditch your bag? Good, because ‘ho’ is much more your style than ‘ho bag’.”
Sorry, looking that last comment over I’m thinking it sounds a wee bit too harsh. Sorry, Person I Don’t Know Who Insulted My Friend! Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!
Man, I’m terrible at this “interacting with other people thing”. I should be allowed to go home early because of it.
Later today you should go over to her and say, “Did you finally ditch your bag? Good, because ‘ho’ is much more your style than ‘ho bag’.”
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HAHAHA, I can just imagine the look on her face.
It would be amazingly priceless, but I’d probably also get in a lot of trouble. Damn!
I’m terrible at this “interacting with other people thing”
Me too. And my job requires “small talk.” I’m not married and I don’t have kids, so there go two default topics. Once you’ve talked about the weather and the economy, what’s left?
Sorry, Person I Don’t Know How Insulted My Friend! Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!
I wouldn’t worry about it. The same co-worker has said embarrassing things or issued backhanded compliments to others in the office, so it’s not just me. Heh. I’m just slooow today.
I’m not married and I don’t have kids, so there go two default topics.
Isn’t that the worst? I’m like, “You talk about your kids and I’ll talk about my Devils. What?”
I’m not married and I don’t have kids, so there go two default topics.
That is SO the worst. The best chit-chat moment I ever had at an office function, I ended up getting sort of shunted off to the side while everyone else was talking about their kids. Meanwhile, this dude I don’t talk to much was also skulking around the sidelines, so we ended up having to make small talk:
Me: “So. Do you have kids?”
Him: “No, and my wife and I don’t want to.”
Me: “Ohthankgod. Someone I can talk to.”
Him: “Uh. I just got HD TV.”
Me: “OH MY GOD! I LOVE MY HDTV THE WAY THESE OTHER PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CHILDREN!”
Him: “ME TOO!!!!”
Me: “OH MY GOD! I LOVE MY HDTV THE WAY THESE OTHER PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CHILDREN!”
Him: “ME TOO!!!!”
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(It deserved two, it was that funny.)
That is hilarious. And I feel you, Amy. People keep asking me when I’m planning on getting married and having children. I tell them my idea of parenting would be to tell Little Jimmy to play with that big bag of broken glass while Momma pours herself another vodka tonic. Clearly, I have no business spawning.
I usually get the whole, “You’re not married yet? You don’t want to have kids? Oh, you’ll change your mind someday.” I always get forced into the awkward conversations with the militant marriage-and-kids are a necessity crowd, methinks.
HAHAHAHAHA!! That’s priceless, Schnookie!
I told some of my friends the other day that I didn’t want kids, and they looked at me like I was a freak of nature. That was fun!
I’ll be fine with my hockey team and my dogs and horse thanks. And having money to get an HDTV :)
And having money to get an HDTV :)
Exactly! And time to watch said HDTV!
You talk about your kids and I’ll talk about my Devils.
I can handle the “how bout that local sports team” small talk, but it will inevitably weird people out how much I like sports since I’m a girl.
my idea of parenting would be to tell Little Jimmy to play with that big bag of broken glass while Momma pours herself another vodka tonic.
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Exactly! And time to watch said HDTV!
Exactly! Hmmm…more time to stare at hot bitches in HD…or changing diapers…decisions decisions…Heh.
Getting back to hockey for a moment, Kyle Wellwood might be the most frustrating player IN THE WORLD!
Kyle Wellwood might be the most frustrating player IN THE WORLD!
I got that impression from his Toronto days. What’s he been up to? Playing awesome one minute and awful the next? That sucks.
I got that impression from his Toronto days. What’s he been up to? Playing awesome one minute and awful the next? That sucks.
Yeah, well last night he disappeared for about 30 minutes, and just I was starting to lose my mind yelling at him for being a lazy fatty piece of shit, he comes down the wing out of nowhere and scores an absolute stunning goal. And then he won the game for us in the shootout. The Canucks haven’t had a guy with hands like that in a long time.
Me: “OH MY GOD! I LOVE MY HDTV THE WAY THESE OTHER PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CHILDREN!”
Him: “ME TOO!!!!”
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I’m the same way! There’s a coworker here that I hardly ever talk to any more because he’s in a different group, but every time we see each other we get into a big discussion about TiVo. Or HD, or DirecTV. :D Those are our children.
The guys with hands are THE WORST! You can’t hate them because they make such pretty plays, but you want to hate them because they’re so infuriating the rest of the time. I’m talkin’ about you, Ribeiro.
I can handle the “how bout that local sports team” small talk, but it will inevitably weird people out how much I like sports since I’m a girl.
I get that, some. The problem is that my “local sports team” is the Cowboys and that’s all anybody around here wants to talk about. Grr.
I’m talkin’ about you, Ribeiro.
He’s too concerned with being Mr. Fancy Pants! GOD. RIBBONS, WHY.
He was seriously mad at the St. Louis preseason game, mad enough to at least elbow the glass behind the goal hard enough to make the boards/glass rattle and shake. I didn’t know Ribbons had it in him!
The guys with hands are THE WORST!
What are these “hands” of which you speak? What I would give for a Devil to have “hands”! :P
Ribbons has been hanging around Morrow too much. His fuse has been shortened. So to speak. :D
The Devils should get one, Schnookie! Ribs was our first in a long long time and he makes for some interesting games. :D
Speaking of guys you don’t expect to shorten their fuses, Hank Sedin got in a fight with Corey Perry last night! I thought my drink had been spiked. And then I nearly pissed my pants laughing.
How funny! If I were near Corey Perry, I might get in a fight with him. :D
God so would I. He’s such a little punk. He just comes up to Hank and punches him in the face! And so Hank punches him in the back of the head, and drops his gloves. Heh. Thank goodness the refs came in.
I have a kid and am married and I would rather talk about hockey, where everyone else would talk about the Cowboys. What does that make me? A weirdo with only one kid and someone who waited until she was older to get married or just difficult? I do get some strange looks from my Bunco group. :)
Probably just difficult, Myra. :P
JUST KIDDING!
You’re braced for a convo with anybody, Myra!
I played Bunco once and loved it. I went with a friend to her neighborhood game and I won the whole thing that night and was never invited back. :D It was fun though.
I have no idea what Bunco is! It sounds like an awesome game on The Price is Right, which is alright by me!
If I were near Corey Perry, I might get in a fight with him.
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I’ve never played Bunco either. Which one is it?
I only want to play Bunco if I can say “Banco!” every five minutes like I’m playing baccarat in a James Bond movie. (Um, just like when I play cribbage. We, um, say “Banco!” every time someone gets 15 or 31. We’re, um, dorks. If I ever get to ask Zach a question, I’ll ask him if he thinks cribbage would be more fun if it were more like a James Bond movie.)
I actually couldn’t tell you how to play Bunco. I learned that night and then haven’t played in a year since then. It involves dice. And bowls of skittles. Although I think the skittles might be unrelated.
I love Zach. :)
Oh, we’re not watching/listening to the game — did Zach score?