By Brad Lee
Inside the Blues dressing room...
Â Man, Tuesday night means it's Italian sausage night in the press box. I don't mean to sound all French, but I love me some Italian sausage.
Â Hey Walker, come see me in my office.
Â Oh coach, you don't have to take me to your office to tell me to skate extra after practice and then put on my oneÂ suit to watch the game in the press box. It's ok. I stopped being mad about it around Thanksgiving. I haven't played since Oct. 25. I don't even have a helmet anymore. I sold it on eBay.
Â Well see the equipment guys because you're going to need a new one. You're playing tonight.
Â But coach, its Tuesday. It's TUESDAY. Did I do something wrong? Why are you playing me? Is Fragile Jay McKee hurt again?
Â You haven't done anything wrong and Jay is as healthy as he'll ever be. It's Backman who screwed up. He sits, you play. Dear God, I hope you're ready.
Â Well you're the coach.Â I thoughtÂ drinking a gallon of chocolate Yoohoo after practice was a good idea, but I guess I can't play any worse than Brewer. Now I have to find Fragile Jay. He bet me a bucket of KFC I wouldn't play before Groundhog Day.