The Pirates are leaving. Yep. The whole team. Going to Iowa. IOWA. wtf?
My mind can't even wrap itself around this. I had a hard enough time when Gillies left to join the freakin' River Rats. Now the whole team is leaving. Heck, I had a hard time when Rome kept getting called up to Anaheim. At least that's our own team!
I guess they will be "replaced" by some team from Rochester, NY. New team, new management. Nothing of the Pirates will remain, yet they will still be called The Portland Pirates.
Blasphemy.
Of course, when all is said and done, I will find a way to become comfortable with the change, because.. well.. I gotta have my hockey.
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Blah on your nasty pirates. We shall set your ships alight with our blazing "Flames". Hee hee. I kid, hey, I'm Canadian eh.
Good to hear that you are as yet non cancerous. I've had a couple of cervical cancer scares as well. Cursed cervix. As if its not enough to have one gynie checkup a year. We are all clear here for the past 4 years, here's hoping the same for you too.
As a side note. I have a pair of hooker boots like that lying around here somewhere too. What's funnier is the fact the the fancy french feather tickly thing my husband bought as a gag gift one valentives day years ago was found by my four year old who now uses it to play maid and dust off all his toys. I can't figure out a way to get him to stop asking to play with it without having to explain to him why he shouldn't play with it. He's in the crazy inquisitive stage where everything has to be explained down to the enth degree before any response is acceptable.I don't think I could think fast enough to keep up with the questions he would surely ask.
It's all about the shirts: as long as someone is filling them. We survived the Sea Dogs going from teal to red and blue: trust me, you'll be fine.
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