ZERO for 4 on the power play. Cap'n Gaby goes to the box for 4 of the last 6 minutes. All the cute crap that never works. "Ugh:" That's all I have to say about that.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.
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