No, I’m not talking about the Nashville lead. I’m talking about the tomato sauce I spilled on my shirt during dinner. First beer on Monday, now this. I’m not quite at the point where I need to wear a full-body smock. But I’m getting closer.
Meanwhile, hardly an inspired start for the Rangers, who are down a goal and face yet another penalty to start the second. On a positive note, I’m pretty sure Tom Renney’s clothes are free of any tomato sauce.
A few thoughts: