One thing my new parents have introduced me to is the game of hockey. Yesterday was game 7 of this year's Stanley Cup final, and there was a lot of hooting and hollering in this house! Although neither of my parents are from Boston, they developed a love for the city after my mom was successfully treated for stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma at Mass. General Hospital. They were thrilled to see their new team fighting for the cup, and finally clenching victory in a shutout game. And for every one of the four goals the Bruins made, they cheered and clapped, which abruptly woke me from my beauty rest. Once I lazily picked my head up and assessed the situation, I was back to sleep within a minute.
I did watch a bit of the first period, curiously watching the fast-paced game as the camera followed players chasing after something. I realize I'd probably be pretty good at hockey.. I like to chase after balls, run around with sticks, and slam into my sister Leia with my whole body. I'm not sure what that white ground is that they play on, but it looks like it could be fun. While I wanted to stay and watch more (and get pets from my parents), I was too tired from a long day of playing outside. I soon retired to the wood floor to dream of my future hockey career.
Somewhere around the third period, I flopped into my signature pose: sprawled out on my back, my manhood fully exposed to the night air. What a great life.
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