The trouble began right after my wife came home.
There was a moment of silence as my former zen-brain scrambled to process this information. As the old cranium struggled to come to grips with the seriousness of the information it was attempting to process, only one word could come to my lips.
"WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!?????????? The Penguins are playing tonight!!! It's game seven!!! This is one of the most watched series ever!!! We can't go tonight!!!"
ABOVE: No this is not Simeon Varlamov, just a decision that I faced as game time approached.
For most of you, you've probably never heard of "Base Community". It's a once monthly meeting that takes place in the home of a neighbor. Various Bible passages are read and then discussed. Each person's input is sought on each reading to interpret the meaning and how it affects our lives. Following the Bible study and discussion, desserts and snacks are served. Our neighborhood has a small group, but we've been doing this for three years now. To not go would be unthinkable, especially with no notice. So without even an argument, I instinctively knew that there was zero point zero zero zero percent of wiggle room on this one. I had this terrible sinking feeling.
ABOVE: No, this isn't me, just some other poor tortured soul.
I had missed the assassination of the Capitals.