I hate West Coast games. I do have a daytime job, and this blog is just for fun. But I still want to be up to speed on what's happening with the Sens, which means that, tomorrow night, I'll park myself in front of the tube at 10:30 PM, my left arm hooked up to a double espresso IV, so that I can stay awake until the final buzzer.



Then I'll drag my sorry butt to bed, hopped up on the java, and stare at the ceiling until my alarm clock goes off at 5:45 AM. I'll likely be snoozing at my desk by 1:00 PM. Then I'll start all over again on Thursday. And I do it all for you four readers out there, so I hope you appreciate it.