GO HABS GO!

The National Hockey League's playoffs officially started today. My hometown's (and favourite) team, the Montréal Canadiens will begin their series against their longtime rivals, the Boston Bruins, tomorrow in Montréal's Bell Centre.

In order to watch the game, I had to trade my work shift, as I was working until midnight. Exceptionally, tomorrow will be an early day for me. It's also a shorter, four hours shift, but I'm willing to live through those sacrifices in order to be drunk and watch the game. Hehehe...

If I want to believe my beloved Habs will go far, I was not sure I should say they'll go all the way.

Then I realized I was playing it safe. One must believe.

Last time they won, in 1993, I was one of the very few who was 100% sure they'd go through. Call it youth fervor. I've also been saying for years they'd win in 2009. So, what is a year early, really? Therefore, rooting for the home team, I'll say the bleu-blanc-rouge will win the Stanley Cup.

So, starting tonight, and just like the players, I will let my beard grow without trimming until the Habs either win the big salad bowl or are eliminated. If they do not win, I will sport a mustache for a week, in mourning for the loss.

As for the Boston Bruins vs. Montréal Canadiens series, here's an inspiring video:

(click on image to watch video)


The real hockey season starts now, enjoy!

Time to get that beard going!

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Here's the picture I've been looking for since I came back from treeplanting last summer. I don't think much more need to be said, except that one person in this pic must have been quite ashamed to have been this close to the other...



Tupperfan, proud member of the mustache club going the extra mile, and Erika, probably one of the most tolerant person ever! (Not only did she have to endure the guy's antics in various situations, but it took three months before she got her tent back!)

That night, at Timmins' classic (and classy) Club 147, a fellow planter actually thought I was a local...I sported this look for a week, until I saw myself in the hotel room's mirror, six days later! And, while on the hotel room subject:



Classic day-off morning...

Note how many planters are NOT sleeping in a bed. I usually fell into that category...Which in turn explains why the following happened so often:



Yep, sleeping with the hands in the pockets...Found anything in there, Tup?

All right, time to get to my luxurious bed!