Armchair quarterbacks.

The Blues aren't playing hockey today, so that means no sports-thingy for me.  I know I could find a game to watch if I get needy.  The Caps and Bruins take the ice later tonight, the Kings and Anaheim as well as Pittsburgh and the Flames are both playing right now.  Instead, I've decided to get at least one entry written.  With luck, (touch wood, not that I'm superstitious or anything), I'll get it finished today, or maybe by a week from next Thursday. 

Evidently, NCAA basketball is in it's final throes this season, I suppose the NBA fans are being rabid fans, and the pitchers and catchers are getting ready for boring-assed baseball season.  I still don't care.  Yawn, Zzzz.

I've finally arrived in the neighborhood of a point.  Armchair quarterbacks, coaches, general managers et al.   No matter the sport I see it in all of my news feeds.  What is with opinionated die-hard, rabid fans?  In your infinite wisdom and due to the relative ease of the gig many of you should apply for those jobs full time, obviously, you are a step ahead of the men and women who have been doing this all of their lives.    

Jeez Louise, you'd think these people have nothing better to do with their time, or nothing better to bitch about.  Let it go folks, take a deep breath and relax.
Ommm...ommmm...ommm.

Doug Armstrong are you insane?  You gave up a 1st round draft pick for that bum!!!

And you, Ken Hitchcock, what the hell are you thinking scratching that guy and moving the loser up a line?  Arghhh, you guys SUCK!!! 

Obviously I've made it another day.  Thanks as always.

See you tomorrow.  Probably...