Hello to everyone except president Squealon Muskrat. I haven't posted on here in almost a month, and for good reason. I really haven't felt like doing so, in part because watching the news, especially this past month, has been exhausting. Much like it was from 2017-2019; a different crisis every week that made following current events seem like you were watching a terrible SNL skit. By the way, congrats to SNL for somehow making it to 50 years.
Anyway, there's been so much crap that's been spewed out by the current "administration" that finding a starting point to write about it has been next to impossible. So, as Cody Rhodes would say, "what do we want to talk about?" Well, we could start with what went down in Boston last night.
Yeah, it's sports-related, but given the events of this past month, quite politically charged. I'm not going to get into why the Four Nations mid-season hockey tournament was so charged, because you've probably heard about it by now. However, the presentation of the start of last night's championship game (at least from an ESPN perspective) was kind of extra, with the airing of the portrayal of the movie "Miracle" Herb Brooks's pregame speech from the 1980 Olympic gold medal game. Before the game, the anthems seemed a little different. Canada's anthem was just a singer singing without backing music (complete with a veiled shot at DJT to boot), while the "Star Spangled Banner" was accompanied by the Boston Pops Orchestra. The Freaking Boston Pops. Question: was the NHL hoping that a certain individual was watching? For what it's worth, he wasn't; he was talking to his lemmings at CPAC, while the "president" was wielding a chainsaw like a fucking maniac. But that's another story to be told by other people with other blogs.
Anyway, Canada prevailed by the score of 3-2 in overtime as Connor McDavid found himself open in the slot and beat Connor Hellyebuck, igniting a wild celebration across our northern border, complete with Kraft Dinner and Tim Horton's. Canada PM Justin Trudeau took to the social platform ruined by president Muskrat to say this:
No word had come into the Bony Scribe news center as of this evening as to whether or not our supposed commander-in-chief will call for bombing raids over Nunavut as a result. Probably not, but given how unhinged he is, you never know. Possibly he'll impose a further tariff, because that's all Trump is seemingly good at.
On a personal note, Valentine's Day went about as much as expected: rotten. My plans for the day (which was a day late) became a week late because of family reasons. I don't understand why my family seems to be so good at self-sabotage, but at least I'll get another chance tomorrow, and I'll do so with possibly a smirk on my face. No, I'm not saying why that is.
I've also started watching "Stranger Things." Yeah, I'm way late to the party, but the first couple of episodes have been somewhat interesting. Have I gotten into it like I did "Manifest?" Not yet. That's not to say that I won't become a fan of it. There are other programs on Netflix that I'll have to check out, like "Squid Game" and "Outer Banks." But I may have to resubscribe to Peacock because apparently there's still two years left on their PLE deal. Dangit.
Time to wrap this up for now, Smackdown is about to come on. I should have more later by the end of this weekend, that is if I feel up to it. Until then, have a good one.
BonyScribe
