Chronic Negress

So much else was going well last Sunday. I had seen old friends, gone to the theatre and spotted Savion Glover in the crowd at the show, had a nice pinot noir and fine dinner with said old friends. I got home and the silly little piece of classical music that heralds a new text message played on my cell phone. It was from my hockey domestic partner Justin and it said, ‘Gomez to the Rangers.’ I felt gutpunched. My future ex-husband with the dreamy eyes and mad playmaking skills had fled to the enemy. I texted back many variations on the f-word only to be interrupted by another message from Justin informing me that defenseman Brian Rafalski had ankled off to the Detroit Red Wings. I also responded with another fusillade of expletives. OK. The most talented playmaker and an all-Star defenseman gone in the space of an afternoon. I had my Devils on the back burner for the summer, maintaining some excitement over the impending convenience of having my fave team in Newark and escaping the horror of the Meadowlands and hideous parking fees. Now, what’s a woman to do? Well, be happy Kevin Weekes is here (nothing against Clemmer but I’ve always liked Weekes for one obvious reason and others too subtle to elucidate), realize my days as a partial season ticket holder have ended and try to get on with the sporting life (originally posted on 6/28/2007)