When I was 12 years old I’d wake up on a Saturday morning, watch some cartoons and pro wrestling, go outside and throw a rubber ball off the side of the house, get the guys in the neighborhood together for Wiffle Ball, go inside for Atari and snacks, ride my bike to Dairy Queen for a Mr. Misty, listen to Casey Kasem, flip on ESPN and watch sports with no social commentary, flip it over to MTV, which showed actual music videos, go back outside for more Wiffle Ball, and then think “Hey, it’s almost 3 pm.” Living my best life and had no fucking idea how good I had it.
Attention, @CanadiensMTL fans.
@colecaufield is currently locked in.
But he left this letter with us to share with you before Game 3: “MONTRÉAL!!!! We want the Bell Centre ROCKIN’ tomorrow night!!!” https://t.co/agy5sknDPz
@SeahawksForever Dynasty tour 1979 in Vancouver was my first concert. I was 8 years old and my Dad took my younger brother and I. Great memory. New York Groove is a completely underrated tune! RIP Ace.
@SeahawksForever People who are like that generally have miserable, shitty lives and you know the saying about misery loving company. They're not happy unless they take the opportunity to be negative and try to spread their misery to others.