Giving a Giant Panda a new meaning

I”m certian that most of you don’t know and certainly don’t care, but hockey season has been delayed because the players and owners can’t come to terms on a Collective Bargaining Agreement. October was cancelled and November doesn’t look good either. I have plans for New Year’s Eve that heavily involves a hocky game and I will NOT be pleased if that falls apart. I’m giving them three more days before I call Gary Bettman and whatever jack ass lawyer is handling the players and get this shit taken care of. Enough is enough.

Until then…

My Honey and I watched game one of the World Series tonight. I love baseball – live. I’m not a big fan of televised baseball. The announcers annoy me and I get tired of watching the ball players spit. Now live – I love baseball. Still, I will watch the World Series. I’m not really rooting for either team – San Francisco or Detroit.

I’m for the Panda. There’s a player on the Giants named Pablo Sandoval but they call him The Panda.

He’s roly poly like a panda and his hair’s a bit fluffy. Fans in the crowd wear panda hats and panda suits and panda shirts. I wonder if we could get him to come over for a cupcake and coffee or something with Ava and I to help us get over the jones we have for a real panda.