A. Stanley Cup Playoffs begin TODAY! I’m excited. And I’ve priced tickets to Saturday’s Game 2 twice (#sleepisfortheweak, I can get to Easter dinner Sunday, no problem) despite reminding myself that they aren’t necessary in the month preceding Paris. Ridley posted an awesome comparison of the playoff teams to romance novels at Love in the Margins. I kind of take issue with some of her editorializing about why to love/hate particular teams, but I like her romance choices. (Among other things, do not get me started about Iginla “deserving” a Cup, alright? That’s a specious argument that could also be applied to Alfredsson, too.)
B. I’ve got reservations in a macaron-making class in Paris. And at Le Cinq. And grounds passes/Court 1 for two days of Clay Court Magic at Roland Garros.
C. On the reading front, I’ve finished two books. Within a single week. That hasn’t happened in months! Rejoice for me, fellow genre fiction readers! Well, only one of them is genre fiction, but still.
The books in question: Andrew Conte’s Breakaway: The Inside Story of the Pittsburgh Penguins’ Rebirth and K.A. Mitchell’s Bad Influence. Conte’s book and its description of the arena/moving drama made me wonder: if Lemieux sold and stayed in Pittsburgh while the team went to Kansas City, would Sidney Crosby still be who he is? I mean, yes, the raw talent was there, but would he have developed the same way without living with the hockey legend for years? And if ownership had changed, would he have been pressed to return to hockey sooner rather than being able to stay on IR until his brain case actually seemed healed and he could skate without being dizzy? Also, Ray Shero, ILU and your lamenting the cost of Dupuis once Hossa was injured. If only you knew at that time that he’d turn out to be the best part of that deal in the long term.
Bad Influence – I really liked it as I read but need to go back and re-read to appreciate it. But I loved the Old Bay ice cream and chipotle chocolate ice cream.