Did I tell you guys that I got tickets to the Winter Classic? Well I did*, and I am extremely excited about it.
The thing is, since I am going all the way to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to sit outside on January 1st and root for the Capitals I clearly needed a jersey.
Aside: Am I supposed to be calling them sweaters? They aren’t really sweaters, but they aren’t really jerseys either. So far nobody has corrected me, but it took people a long time to tell me that the word was “leggings” and not “leggins” so maybe you are all just being kind.
Whatever. My point is that I asked my parents to buy me a Caps jersey (or sweater) for my birthday, and they did and it is awesome.
Suck it, Pittsburgh.
And I have chosen Alexander Semin as my guy because:
1) He is awesome.
2) Heh. Semin.
3) One time he DMd me.
Fine, he DMd me or Laurie, but that is food enough for me. And he likes our Draft Day Suit. I guess he doesn’t watch a lot of basketball.
And you know that I love to spend money on athletes that contact me on twitter.
Oddly enough, all this gloating is just a vehicle to tell you that I got a superfly Caps jersey for my birthday and when I opened it my son almost lost his mind.
“You got a Capitals shirt! AWESOME!”
Then he said, “Can I have it when you grow out of it?”
I told him it was my 38th birthday and I wasn’t planning on growing anymore. I was particularly not planning on getting big enough to grow out of a shirt that a medium sized man could wear hockey pads under.
But since I am a good mom I also told him that he was welcome to borrow it.
As soon as he grows in to it.
* I guess technically Kim got the tickets. She was just gracious enough to sell one of them to a lowly Caps fan. Kim was also kind enough to fix my photos so that they weren’t all mirror images (curse you photobooth!) even though I titled one of my pictures “Semin, bitches.”