Lesson learned in Vegas: a 52 oz. football of beer is NOT the thing to drink the nite before an 8 am hockey game. I'd never played hungover/still drunk before until that game. Lucky for me it was against a team of ASSHOLES with ASSHOLE fans who almost had a fight in the stands with our fans. After the game, I stumbled out of the locker room, desperate for a nap, when I couldn't find Andrea. So I head outside, passing through a vestibule full of the aforementioned angry fans. They stopped talking and stared at me as I wandered through, then did the same thing when I came back through, dejected that I couldn't find Andrea. I was genuinely worried that they'd do something to me, even though (unlike Glen) I played a relatively clean game. I admit that I did chuckle when a moron on their team who wasn't wearing any type of face shield took a puck to the face. I mean, duh. ASSHOLES.

We won 1 of 3 games, a new Jets record, besting last years 2 ties and 1 loss. Glen was a stud, and a goon at the same time.