We're still here. Well, atleast I am. I can't say for sure as I haven't heard from Bryan in about two weeks. That's not a surprise seeing as the Gay Porn Stars Convention is in town and Bryan has a binder full of nude photos to get signed.
I'm waiting to do a post because I don't know where a notebook is that I need for data. To be honest, I haven't even looked for it. When I do though, oh, there will be a post.
I'm going to Atlantic City this weekend to recoup my losses in Las Vegas, so be prepared for a doozy of a data-crunching, prediction-killing post Sunday night.
My Ranger tickets arrived today. When you get an 11-game package, you get rubber bands around a stack of purple, boring tickets. If you get a half-season plan like I did, then you get two bound ticket books, one holding all the tickets for Seat 6, the other will all the tickets from Seat 7. Every ticket has a different picture as well. It's actually very cool except that one has a fat guy (not me) showing his crappy Rangers tattoo (not mine).
And while it's a far cry from having Marc Staal or Petr Prucha deliver tickets, the FedEx guy was a welcomed sight.