Hello dear readers.
This may be my last communication with you. Tomorrow, round the noonish hour I shall be headed South to Buffalo NY. Or as it is known in some parts of Canada "that place we try not to think about" (not to be confused with Hamilton) to watch the Glorious Maple Leafs battle their sluggish QEW rivals the Slugs.
It shall be a day of firsts. My first American Leaf game. The first Leaf game for the Borchevski 'numbers? I don't need no stinken' numbers' jersey.
It may however, be a day of lasts. I am after all, going to Buffalo, which is in NY. And tourists are ALWAYS getting shot, stabbed and maimed by crazy Americans and the friendly friends attending the game with me and driving wont let me bring the mini-gun.
But fear not, for if I go down, I will go down screaming "VIVA LA MAPLE LEAF!".
If I do some how make it back from the wild Americas I will regail you all with my adventurous tales and wacky anecdotes about American culture and their amusing languages.
Look for me, my friends, on the TV, I'll probably be the one running away from the cops.