We won our game last night 7-2, and the two goals against us were knocked in by our own guys. Can that be considered a shut out? We played a really weak team, so we flopped a lot of our players - our strongest Defensemen were playing Forward and vice versa. Pretty much everyone had a point on the board except me. Actually, I think I may have had an assist. The biggest downside of getting better and better players for our team is that I am clearly the worst player. I haven't scored a goal in either league in forever. Sigh. I think I'm in a slump.

I have to share with you something that happened to my friend James because it's so hilariously funny. You would probably enjoy it more if you could hear James tell the story himself (he's a great storyteller), but I'll give it a go. He went to a birthday party the other night for a colleague who is a true Southerner. They were serving Southern food. He got a plate with some mashed potatoes on it, and started to eat. He noticed right away that the potatoes were horribly rich and heavy, but sort of chalked it up to being heavy Southern food. After he had eaten most of two dollops of mashed potatoes, his writing partner came up to him and said, "Dude...why are you eating butter?" Yep...whipped butter. Eew. And yet tremendously funny because it didn't happen to me.

The song of the day is "Come To My Window" by Melissa Etheridge off her 1994 album Yes I Am. I usually don't like most women performers, just by taste, but Etheridge is one that I've always enjoyed. While I only have one of her albums (this one), I seem to like pretty much everything I've ever heard of hers. I appreciate her dedication to environmental issues. Last year when she toured Canada and the U.S., she did it using biodiesel.