Falling asleep to hockey

I WAS EXCITED last night about the start of the NHL playoffs. There were five games on, and thanks to to our new Sling package, I could watch four of them. A few years ago I vowed to never watch hockey again after the player's strike, lockout, copout, greed-infested work stoppage, whatever you want to call it.

But if Trump can flip on NATO, surely I can watch the playoffs.

Another exciting night in Calftown!

Sheryl was happily sequestered on the couch and watching HGTV. All I heard from her was "Don't buy that house" and "Of course the bathroom is too small" and "Property Brothers drives me crazy." Or something like that. I escaped upstairs to the man cave, flipped on the third period of the Canadiens-Rangers game, and got ready for an exciting night of watching hockey.

I fell asleep. Right away. I woke up with a minute left in the game and the Rangers were scoring into an empty net. I hate the bleeping Rangers.

So I flipped it to the Blues game. They are playing in Minnesota. I made it through about five minutes and, well, you might find this hard to believe, but I fell asleep.

I woke up and it was in the second period. I went downstairs to check on Sheryl. She was, you guessed it again, asleep in bed. I thought, "Gosh, it must be midnight." I looked at the clock. It was 9:30.

I went back up stairs, tried staying awake for a few minutes, then gave up and went to bed. By 10 I was sawing logs, presumably.

The moral of the story is, when you get older, you go to bed and you get some sleep.

Also, you forget to take your baby Aspirin and old man Centrum pills in the morning, but that's another story.