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I have bowled, but was never good at it. Arthritis now makes it too painful. We're taking the Sunday School kids next weekend, but I'll just watch. The person below me has an ipod.

Rock the Boat- Hues Corp.

Has been grumbling, but it's water under the bridge? For all we know that could be Lang or someone that isn't even with the team any more.

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band- the Beatles

More funny looking than funny sounding. The person below me thinks babies are cute when their nappies are dry.

Well, actually, I'm up way too early this morning. The person below me hates it when they spend a night being hot, then cold, then hot, then cold... and wake up sweaty and shivering.

Deep Purple Dream- Donny and Marie Osmond

Whiter Shade of Pale- Procol Harem

I used to. His name was Jim Bob. Then I hit a patch of ice and he hit a pole. Now I have a car. The person below me has relatives that everyone else thinks are crazy, but that they think are normal, and wonders how this reflects on them.

Nope- old lady night gown for me. The person below me sometimes chugs a soda because they have indigestion and need a good belch (in private, of course).

He's still a kid. Drapes and Malts were suiting up for the Wings when he was still tinkling his nappies. How can someone understand loyalty that lasts longer than they've been cognizant? It's something you understand when you've experienced it, and it only gets stronger as you go through life and realize how important the people around you are to you. It's not if you are able to live without loyalty, it's whether or not you would want to. The Wings have had a tradition of loyalty long enough that the current players have seen how important it was to those before them, and the younger ones are seeing it in action. This is why we get guys like Hank and Pav here for less than they could make on the open market. It's because they've seen Lidstrom do it, and because they've seen how Drapes and Malts are treated. You can't buy loyalty. You have to earn it, and it's a two-way street. Players are loyal to teams that are loyal to players.

Not all of the time, but on occasion I do. The person below me feels claustrophobic in an MRI tube.

99 Red Balloons- Nena

Not allergic, but I don't like them. The person below me doesn't match clothes well, so wears only black pants and blue jeans.

I actually like him. We who are fans of the game are sick to death of the promotion, but kids I know who didn't know or like hockey know Crosby. The are becoming interested in the game because there is someone they see that they recognize. In my generation it was Orr, then Gretzky. Every generation needs someone to get the spotlight on hockey. The kids may just know who Sid the Kid is because it's cool to know about him because he's a superstar, but the more they want to know about him, the more they watch hockey, which means more fans and all that entails. I'd rather have a role model for kids who isn't famous because of drugs, domestic abuse, animal cruelty or shooting himself or someone else. I really think kids need someone positive to look up to today. He certainly gets the perks of being the Face of the NHL, but there has to be a personal price. I can't even imagine being his girlfriend. He whines to the refs, but he's the captain. When he grows up a bit, he'll outgrow the whining and start just talking to them. Pretty much anything that I have disliked about him is due in some part to his overexposure or due to his youth. I remember when they were interviewing him after he lost the Cup. That had to be the hardest interview of his life, yet he praised his goalie, crediting him for getting them as far as they did. Remember how that last goal went in? Off Fleury's butt? That cost them the game. A more experienced captain might have talked more about the Wings and given the usual "they played a great game" speech, which he did, but he was more concerned about his teammate, who had to be kicking himself despite having kept them alive into 3 overtimes the game before. I think he will grow into the role. The lockout almost killed hockey as far as new fans go. The NHL needs someone they can promote to get young people interested so the sport can grow again. The Crosby promotion and hype started before Ovi and Dats and Hank had really emerged into the limelight beyond their home cities. He was already famous in Canada before hit the NHL. It was a natural marketing move. They needed someone who could be in the spotlight, and along came a young, talented, well-spoken (both party line and articulate) guy who kids can look up to. As much as we hate to admit it, the game needs someone who can appeal to sports fans who aren't into hockey, and Crosby fits the bill. Get them hooked on the game, and they'll appreciate the Hanks and Hossas and Pavels and Nicks as they learn about what it takes to be a good player. One kid I know was all about Crosby, but after the playoffs, he was all about Franzen. Now he's into the Bruins (credit Lucic). At least he's watching hockey, and that's what we need: new fans who are learning to love the game itself.

Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Daughter- Herman's Hermits

I've worked graveyards in a convenience store. I could write a book on weird. My favourite was a guy who pulled out a package of cheese and thought it was his wallet and apologized because there wasn't any money in it. His other wallet was in his other pants. He then apologized for being so intoxicated that he had come in with the wrong wallet. The person below me thinks driving the zamboni is an extremely cool job.

One Eyed One Horned Flying Purple People Eater- Sheb Wooley (Wooly?)

Actually, it's been pretty bad. My mom called this morning to tell me my dad passed away. He had had a mild heart attack several years ago. This one was not mild. Oddly enough, he lived in South Dakota, and the attending doctor was a Red Wings fan. The person below me has used Red Wings Stanley Cup videos to cheer them up in depressing times.

Purple Rain- the artist formerly known as the artist formerly known as Prince

I have never tried. My Aunt Marge did when she went to Hawaii, but she hated it. She said "All I got was sand in my swimsuit and I was a bitchy old lady." She was 79 years old at the time, and decided that if she hadn't tried it before, it was high time she did. Yeah, this is the same Aunt Marge that was sledding at the age of 83. The person below me wore out-of-date hand-me-downs as a child and was too dorky to notice that they looked dorky Edit to put in hyphens.

I don't like coffee or tea. (I also didn't know you could recycle batteries or that Loo wore flip-flops, and I'm craving Vernor's.) The person below me has pawned something lately (not to be confused with pwned).

Call me stupid. Call me stubborn. I'm not giving up yet. GO WINGS!

That's My Sammy

Great. First they sound like fake titties. Now they sound like marinara sauce. How many adjectives can we cover in one intermission?