Look Ma… Butterflies!
I am ready for battle!
Korny: You want some? GET SOME! Book that flight you piece of shit. You ain’t got nothing. You are old and washed up… just like JR.
Brad: Fix me up with some ice time baby! Lie to them if you have to. Tell them I am Gump effin Worsley eh?
Shamir: Dust off that camera and adjust your ISO speed because I’ve got the quickest glove hand this side of the 405 (technically the boundary is 405, 55, Sunflower and Bristol… I think I can safely assume that).
Holy crap this equipment is cumbersome. Look how freaking huge it makes me. In all seriousness, I am going down in flames. I need to get some time on the ice alone to get used to this bulk and to figure out my straps. I might have them too loose. The trapper is stiffer than a… well… it is stiff. I can close it but it takes some effort to open it all the way. The blocker presents a problem as well… It’s very hard to pick the stick up off of the ice.
Total damage is $600 which includes everything head to toe. I know… I know… I don’t want to talk about it.


