If anyone has any idea what those three things on my crest are supposed to be, please, by all means tell me. I'm as confused by these severed sleeves as you are. Maybe even more so, since it's oh so relevant to me.

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I would like to apologize for the curling gentlemen for not supporting your team - one day i will attend a game and cheer as loud as i can- but because of university and midterms and papers due this week- tonight was not a good night- i am sincerly sorry

That's funny, because the same thing happened when I was talking to Beck during the St. Louis game. It was 3-0. Then I get a series of messages. '3-1'. Feck. '3-2'. Feck. '3-3'. Feck. '4-3'. Feck. (etc.)

Even more strange, was that I was out tonight and, on the way home, I listened to the radio. 30 seconds after I turn it on, I hear Hemsky score. 'Great,' I think. Then they say it's 4-3. 'Hmmm,' I think. Then they say that the Oilers led 2-0 at one point. 'Feck,' I think. But, a few minutes later, Moreau scores. 'Yeah,' I think, 'they scored and my brother didn't crash the car.' (He was driving and celebrating.)

The overtime was amazing, though. Mike York was a man possessed tonight. He set up glorious chance after glorious chance... Now, watch them lose 6 straight.