I think I accidentally went on a date last night. And by "date" I mean a male friend-of-a-friend had an an extra ticket to a hockey game and I was the first to respond so we went together. Me and a dude. Sharing a six pound mound of buffalo chicken and tater tots stuffed into a helmet, cheering for the home team: what's-their-names.
I mean, I spent several hours trying not to fart. If that's not a date, then what is?
|The seats were awesome.|
|Dick Enrico. The 2nd Wind Exercise Equipment guy.|
For those of you who have never watched TV in Minnesota, here's a little Dick Enrico: