The Winter Classic, Blues-Style

by gallagher on Jan 1, 2009 1:00 AM CST

Why hello there, wildly hungover/still up and drunk friends! Welcome to the first day of the best year of your lives. Too bad you're welcoming it in with a raging hangover and/or still drunk.

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Sometimes beer makes me make bad decisions.

Want better news? The two hockey teams that you hate the most are the only game in town today! Even better, it's the gimmicky Winter Classic! Want bad jerseys, contrived plot lines and announcers who force it down your throat as to just how historic this is?

You got it, bro. In spades.

However, even if it is a gimmick, it's a gimmick that works. We know we'll be watching and we know you'll be watching too. There will be a sweet internet-wide domination 2009 live blog occuring at various sites across the web today and we're among the group of folks who will host it. Come back at 11 central to check out the sweet realtime love that James Mirtle and the hockey wing of SBNation is bringing in conjunction with Puck Daddy.

But that doesn't start until 11. And the game doesn't get going until 12.

In the meantime, let's use the comments on this thread to tell everyone else your best and worst stories from last night and this morning. Trust us, we'll all feel better if we know others are suffering as bad as we are.

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Who knew David Perron liked to drink that much?

I didn’t think he was old enough to buy beer. Grandpappy Walt probably picks him up a few on his way home.

by Awfrick on Jan 1, 2009 9:45 AM CST reply actions

I woke up this morning next to a golf cart with a torn ACL and MCL in my knee.

All I can do for the next year is have everyone speculate as to what actually happened.

Let's go Blues!!!

by Milo. on Jan 1, 2009 9:57 AM CST reply actions

Happy 2009

No battle wounds on me besides a slight headache and some bleary eyes. My girlfriend, however…well, let’s just say that through the laying on the bathroom floor, the repeated drunken “I’m sorry’s” and “I’m so embarassed’s” and of course the bucket brigade of glasses of water I’ve been getting for her since one…well, I didn’t exactly get to ring in the new year with her the way I’d like to (i.e. drunk, naked and sweaty)

So I’m up here in Chicago, about 8 blocks from the Merchandising…err…Winter Classic. While I originally intended to meet up with a buddy at the Cubbie Bear or another Wrigley bar, I’m suddenly getting pressure to meet the girlfriend’s parents for brunch downtown, and I can only assume that where we’re going won’t be Hooters — which means I probably wouldn’t see the game.. So I may start out 2009 by pissing off my girlfriend and her parents by going to a bar to watch hockey and pound Bloody Maries. Fuck Detroit.

I once shot a man just to see him die...then I got distracted and missed it.

by TheDuke32 on Jan 1, 2009 10:16 AM CST reply actions