drop that puck....

after much trepidation and anticipation , sweater night has arrived on a frost covered morn. Icicles clining to every branch, hoping to outlast the skaters of brooklyn, but the Sun Gods have other plans.....soon we shall be off to Hunters to attack their supply of beef, beer and exactas......soon enough we too shall know....the hell where youth and laughter go.....lace up, gear up and for God's sake....DRINK UP!..............it's destiny before us, and history awaits us.....live hard, live fast.......