Opening night, baby!
These past few months have been a nail biter for Predators fans.
But at last! It’s opening night and we can finally just show up, drink beer and occasionally yell, “PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!”
Of course, I’m a delicate flower and would certainly never yell anything like that. I’m just say’n that others do.
I will miss my hubby, who is unable to attend. But when the team in whose honor you endured great pain in the form of an Indian tattoo reaches the baseball playoffs, well, I can’t really expect you to miss that. Go Tribe!
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