Sharks

Things have been crazy busy for me. I know, I know, what’s up with that? I haven’t even had time to finish my pictures from my trip. You have no idea how much that bothers me. Usually I’m able to crank those out with no problem, but this time I’m saddened to say that I’m just too behind on everything else and working on my pictures has taken a back seat for now. Give me one more week...one more week.

How 'bout them Sharks? I don’t want to say too much since I don’t want to jinx them, you know how sensitive the Sharks can be during playoff time. I went to Game 2 of the Sharks playoff game on Friday night...and saw the game of my life. I mean, I will be the first to admit that I had my concerns and reservations as to whether the Sharks could pull of a win. But I must say, Friday night's game was completely awesome. The game was made up of everything right in the world.

As a fan, most of the game was full of feeling (...as my game buddy put it) very bipolar. And that's a bang on statement. That's exactly how I felt all night. I went from feeling really happy to downright pissed to extremely nervous in just a matter of minutes, if not seconds. I spent most of the game cheering and yelling that my voice was starting to go and my throat was feeling very raw. Towards the end of the game, I was shaking. Literally, I was sitting in my chair and my legs were bouncing up and down because I couldn't keep them still and when I went to grab a drink from my beer, my hands were shaking...it was just that bad.

I had a bbq to go to on Saturday and I know I wasn't good company. I really didn't do too much talking since my throat was still burning from all the screaming and yelling I did at the Sharks game. Oopps.