Go, Oilers, uh . . .
Okay, so I don't mean to be schadenfreude-y on the city's 2-in-a-row loss in the Stanley Cup finals. But Mr. Musings and I have to agree that, if the Oilers can just make it two more, we'll be pretty happy. Not being Edmontonians (or hockey fans), and having been rather put off by our neighbors' method de celebre, we're just ready for the whole thing to be over. Fifteen years? Heck, it could be fifteen more, wouldn't be a biggie to us. All we care about is getting a good night's sleep - and when the Oilers don't score, people don't go around screaming and blasting air horns, and when the Oilers don't win, nobody stays up until 4 a.m. (which is about when dawn is breaking around here right now, BTW) screaming and hollering and having another Molson and setting off fireworks in the little park across the street from us. So, we're not exactly pulling for the 'Canes, but . . . let's just say "four in a row" always had a different meaning for us . . .
UPDATE: I spoke too soon, some idiots are setting off firecrackers across the street anyway.