SamWow versus the "Kid Gloves"

Hello there, old friends.  If anyone's still reading this site, I'd like to apologize for the lack of posts up in here for the past few months, sometimes you just don't have anything to write.  Sometimes you have something to write but don't want to sound too serious or get too preachy, this is a kid's show after all.

Well, this one might be a wee bit preachy.  Maybe serious.  Maybe neither.  Maybe you'll stop reading after this, who would blame you?  Not me.

I enjoy meeting new people, almost as much as I enjoy people watching at baseball games (Hello, ladies), and I'm lucky enough to meet a lot of them through my friends, co-workers, family, and the daily "Freak Fest" I ride each day that some people call the WMATA Metro.

I dunno how to really create some witty, clever way to introduce this while still teaching you a valuable lesson, so I'll just say it and we'll go from there.  Here we go.

When you meet new people, don't sugarcoat yourself.  Be the guy or gal you are usually.  If you're an overly nice person, be nice.  If you like to crack jokes, crack jokes.  If you like to dance like a clown, dance like a clown.  Why put up some phony front that you'll have to keep up everytime you see that person?  It's a waste of time.  Be real man.

There's no need for the "kid gloves" with a new person.

That's really all, I just wanted to do a lil something to try and get me back into the blog-thing. 

Oh, there is one exception to this rule...if she's hot.  If she's hot, you always lie.

Love on Ice

I wish I could say I like the Washington Capitals, but I cannot.   I wish I could say I love them, but that just wouldn't be enough.  Hell, to be honest with you, I don't know if there is a word to describe how much I love the hockey team that resides here in our Nation's Capital.

My friends and family know it;  they describe it as "boner-age", "creepy", and my personal favorite "you care about them more than certain relatives".  I spend every game I watch at home glued to the couch fist pumping, pelvic-thrusting, yelling, cursing, pacing, and fetal position-ing.  The games I go to at the Big Barn I spend yelling, cheering (Huge difference), cursing, fist-pumping, high fiving, white knuckling, hugging, and honestly, if I leave there without my hands hurting and voice destroyed I didn't do my job and shouldn't be invited back.

But this love affair goes all the way back to 2005, when Alex Ovechkin was called up to the big league club.  The following eight years have held amazing highs like the game seven against Boston from last year, the Federov goal that sent the Rangers home in 2009, amazing brawls from Matt Bradley, Matt Hendricks, and John Erksine, hair raising goals from Ovie, flashy saves from Holtby, and the Winter Classic victory over Pittsburgh in 2011.  Sadly, there have also been lows like the 2010 playoff series against the Habs, anything done by Jeff Schultz, three game seven playoff loses (2008, 2010, 2012), and heartbreaking regular season losses.

What am I trying to say with this?  Well, the overall point is obvious; I'm kind of in the hole for the Washington Capitals hockey franchise.  We have another a big playoff series starting tonight against the New York Rangers so I'm nervous, excited, scared, and thrilled all at the same time.  I'm going to avoid predictions, guarantees, and hopes because if I give one and something happens, it will be my fault and all of Caps nation will hate me, and I can't have that.

I'll leave you all with a few things, Matty P dancing, an amazing video, and a simple saying...

LETS GO CAPS!