*Not Lenny, as I mismembered.
**Or novella, as some insist. I've never been totally convinced on what the difference is between the two, so I generally just refer to them all as novels.
See, I felt I was doing you all a disservice in my coverage of the surprisingly lopsided Flyers-Penguins series, so I was going to have my brother write up a little something. He's a Penguins fan, so he would be able to give a little bit better perspective of what went wrong for Pittsburgh, at least until their explosion last night.
But, as Robert Burns wrote, "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men/Gang aft a-gley." Or, put more simply, sometimes shit just doesn't fall into place. Of course, that saying might have been a little more accurate had I acted on this plan before, oh, ten o'clock this morning. I had the idea in my head for a couple days, but didn't get around to contacting my brother until this morning. Of course, I find out he's just about to fly to DC for a wedding, so he's not really in a spot to whip something up just yet.
I, in my infinite wisdom, hadn't bothered to think about a back up plan. I spent most of the day kicking some tires and not coming up with a whole lot. So, instead of me coming up with something on the spot, here's a couple videos of me singing that might make you smile one way or another.