My brain is half-mush right now. I’ve been sitting on my ass almost all day, I got to watch the Lakers lose another Xmas game (which was to be expected because, you know, Lakers this year), and I’m also a little horny because I just watched Speed. I think you should know why. But I am not going to go by this year without doing a Xmas post. So Merry Christmas to those still celebrating it as you read this, and a Happy Holidays and New Year to the rest of you who have no trouble putting up with my nonsense-filled posts.
Here to serenade you in the waning hours of a day celebrating spiked eggnog, ugly sweaters, sucky presents, and making out under the mistletoe, NHL’s version of Sisyphus (at least come playoff time), the San Jose Sharks.