Well, I'm working tonight.

Which sucks, cause it means I won't be able to watch any hockey.

It's maybe not the worst thing, thanks to game three syndrome, but it still would be nice to cheer on the Devils, as I'm going to the game 4 on Saturday, and I'd love to watch the Devils try to tie up the series.

I actually like both the Hurricanes and the Devils, but I'll root for the Devils in their own building, and I'm just excited to see some playoff hockey. I'm a Bruins fan at heart, but it's been a tough playoffs for B's fans, especially for those watching the Oilers-Sharks series, where Sergei Samsonov and Joe Thorton traded goals for their respective clubs. Of course, when I say "those watching" television, I mean, specifically, Jeremy Jacobs, Harry Sinden, Mike O'Connell, Marty Reasoner, Yan Stasny, Brad Stewart, Marco Sturm, Wayne Primeau and me.

I'm just kidding.

There is no fucking way that Jeremy Jacobs was watching hockey.

I suspect he's been inconsolable since Paris was sent packing on American Idol.