It is currently 26°C in Montreal, and the sun shines bright in the middle of a blue sky. A fresh breeze counterbalances the heat bouncing off the numerous buildings downtown.
In moments from now, I will be sitting in a microbrewry, as usual, with my football partner MartyMix next to a windows giving on Ste.Catherine Street, where gorgeous women flock to attend 5 @ 7 parties...
A few cold later, we'll move up the hill, sit in a beautiful openskied stadium (Marty's turn to get the retard!) and get to see two division leaders go head to head in a battle to the finish, as the sun will slowly go down on the metropolis.
And that's just the way a summer evening should be...
Wait wait for a second there, Third, "Marty's turn to get the retard"?!? I think this is the question on everyone's minds: What the hell is KK doing in Montréal at this time of year?
Too bad you'll be enjoying it with only 20,000 others. A small crowd by even Hamilton's standards......then again, there are the moon and the stars, maybe even a unicorn.
Aww, lucky you. . . I get to prance around in a bear costume for a couple hours before going to the game. Somehow, it doesn't seem the same. . .
And for anyone who will be at the pre-game festivities in Regina on Sunday, if you see someone called "Telemiracle Teddy", Please don't tackle him. . .
Too bad it wasn't much of a game, but I hope you had fun thrid.
BTW, I would say how I think things should be in keeping with the title, but BB and Mongo would shoot me, so I'll play it safe and say it on my myspace blog.
Hmmmmm.... The beer was cold and refreshing... The women were there.... They were soooooo there... The weather stayed perfect... The retard stayed quiet...
And still, something wasn't quite right. Who dared to not pull its weight in that perfect summer evening?
