I just told you that it was time to go up and get ready for bed. You looked like you were about to cry. Why? Because the Caps are playing. You don't want to miss a minute. I am such a soft touch (not as soft as Mom, though) so I agreed to let you stay up through 2 periods.
I love this about you. You care. A lot. You're a fan.
We went to the game the other night (thank you, Hugh) and we saw our first loss. Bummer. But you put a great spin on it when we got home. You told Mom that it wasn't all that bad because Ovechkin scored and we got a free hat thrown to us.
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