I listened to Dionne Warwick music, burned a dead tree on the ranch, drank Coors Light, trained Pauli for her race, caught a nice bass, ate chicken marsala, and binge watched last year’s Stanley Cup Finals on Father’s Day. Perfect Father’s Day. Pretty much Bob Goulet singing My Favorite Things in my ear.
I miss hockey more than the NBA Playoffs truth be known. I’m ready to see the Bruins and Blues do it again. But overll…I’m not missing the sports like I thought I would.