The Game That Will Decide

(Every week I send out a reminder to my hockey team about when and where we are playing. The time changes and the location changes each week. I sent this out Friday night before the Olympics match...)

I was tempted, sorely and most severely tempted, to send this e-mail in three hours or so.

Which would be *after* tonight's game which will decide who battles the Americans for the gold medal in hockey.

And the e-mail would be witty and eloquent and insightful and all of those P.G. Wodehouse kind of things.

But then, with a realization of Deadwood and Mamet eloquence, I thought "Fuck it" and decided to send it now.

Gentlemen. Dudes. My fellow Dragons: we are blessed -- *blessed* I say -- with a late evening game this Sunday.

Some might say that late evening games are a bitch because it's impossible to fall asleep before two in the morning because you're so incredibly wired after you've played a fabulous game.

But this week our game time is a gift from the Gods of Hockey (Howesky? Orrmieux?) because we will be able to watch the final Olympics game and then take to the ice ourselves. Blessed are we who can enjoy the battle for the gold, drink a bunch of beers and then still have time to consume a ton of coffee in the feeble but noble attempt to sober up and prepare for the Dragons game.

Sunday 10:20 Rinx 3.

The final game of the regular season.

The game that will decide our position as we head into the playoffs.

The game that will decide whether blueberries or broccoli is the more healthy food.

The game that will decide whether Raquel Welch or Julie Newmar is the ultimate '60s sex symbol.

The game that will decide whether Betty or Veronica would be better in the sack.

The game that will decide whether Greece's economy will stabilize or collapse like the will power of a nymphomaniac at a Chippendales convention.

The game that will decide whether or not I can keep doing these thing all night or will eventually give up and have some chicken wings and watch the Canadians in the semi-final match.

Gents, I hope to see you Sunday.