You know what, adults move on.

I can't do it, Detroit. You know I tried; I tried, but it hurts too bad it hurts me deep right here it hurts me I can feel it in my chest.

That's me being Turk, but instead of missing a trip to Disneyland, I'm trying to get over the game two loss that ruined my weekend and left me shivering in a corner for too long. I put the thoughts away as much as I could yesterday, but the impending game tonight has only worsened my stress level. I need my boy Pav to have a big game tonight; he's been invisible outside the faceoff circle.

Short post. I can't do a long one until the Wings win again. Hopefully that's tonight because I want to do a tribute to my favorite show in the world (Scrubs) in honor of the show's finale tomorrow night. That may or may not happen depending on tonight's result.

Go Wings.