For what it's worth.

The Rambles are in danger of crashing.  We're clipping the trees here.  This is Tuesday, I haven't written one of these since last Wednesday.  Not counting this one, the bucket of scheduled entries runs dry on Friday, (yes, your Friday, and for the first time, mine as well.  May 20, 2015...).  Ugh. I'm certain none of us expected it would last.  I know I didn't.

This isn't filler to make the page bigger.  Really.

So, how bout' dem Bluenotes?  It took seven games to beat Chicago in the first round, and seven more to beat the Stars in the second.  Now, they are one of four teams remaining in the hunt for the Cup and in the conference finals for the first time in 15 years.  No more than 13 games remaining, seven wins away from their first championship.  (Touch wood, not that I'm superstitious or anything).  

The Sharks players said they played well on Sunday night.  The boys in the Blue Note weren't happy with their performance and thought they could have played better.   St. Louis won Game one, Game two is tonight under the Arch.  

The Blues lead scorer missed the morning practice, for good reason, he was at the hospital.  Aleksandr Tarasenko was born this morning, the son of proud parents  Yana and Vladimir Tarasenko.   I would imagine Grandpa, now great grandpa in Siberia is взволнован и горд, (no, I don't speak Russian.  I can barely speak English.  Google translate is your friend).  Vladimir's grandfather watches every game thanks to the NHL network that his grandson has hooked him up with.  The time difference will make for an early morning in western Siberia.

This is scheduled to post on the 24th, leaving five entries remaining to get me through until June.  Let me do the math here.  Hmm, "I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five;" (reference), twenty-seven entries will get a full six months of Ramblin's.  Actual mileage may vary. 

It is what it is, and for what it's worth is in the bag.  As always, Спасибо.

See you tomorrow.