First a quick thanks to Zeb for turning me on to the Tavern. Like Zeb, I spent some time in the Marine Corps, so I'm a slow learner. If I screw something up or violate any rules, there's a good chance that it was unintentional.
I posted something on Facebook yesterday that might (or might not) be worth sharing:
Scotty and his Canadian friends crushed my Boston Bruins in the Stanley Cup playoffs. I circled around him a few times before directly confronting him. Turns out he's actually a great guy - maybe kicking Boston's butt wasn't personal after all? He ended up winning 9 Stanley Cups, the most in history. By the way, the crying in high school wasn't a total melt down, sissy fit kind of thing. It was more of a silent manly tear rolling down my cheek. Not like my emotional collapse when the Yankees beat the Red Sox in 1978. Does anyone know if Bucky Dent is planning a trip to Sarasota?
I received quite a few comments, but my favorite from Elena: "Good God John, it's time to pull up your big boy panties and move on.. Geez.."