All The Way Ray

Mrs called in sick yesterday and we slept in till 9 after the furry children had their needs met at 5 am. We watched Boondock Saints and it seemed better than the first time we watched it. We may have watched it in a booze haze that time.

I rode out to Hopkins after escort and even roasted some Greenway commuters on the way back. Yep, you got your buns toasted by a fat guy on his orange bike with the license plate.

Stanley Cup Finals start on Saturday and my hometown team the Chicago Blackhawks are in it. Me and my homie Super Rookie are pretty damn excited about it. I need to email my cousin Sonny to crank him up.