Well, it figures. After Sara bought me an official hockey jersey for my favorite Caps player, Donald Brashear, he leaves to go to the NY Rangers. Oh well. I'm still gonne wear the damn thing. I don't care if the other people wonder why I'm wearing the name and number of a Ranger's player. I like the guy. He's tough, fast, skilled, and takes no crap from nobody. A good guy to have on your side, and if you annoy him, you know fairly quickly.
Like "WTF was THAT?!?" as you pick yourself up off the ice after being nuked into the wall at mach 2.
