Columbus? BLAH!

Saturday was a riveting success. I'm speaking of course about the hockey game that both myself, Reese, McBride and Rollo enjoyed. The city of Columbus? Not so much.

Saturdays in Columbus are exactly like that of a classic western town whenever "Mad McGee" rode into town on horseback to shoot up the sheriff. All shops in the area were closed except for a lone Subway (one out of the six we passed) which is precisely where we went for a quick bathroom break. When we asked the three employees "Why is everything closed today?" one replied "Man, its Columbus and its Saturday." I guess the entire city shuts down for the weekend. I figured a capital city would at least have somewhere to go to grab a bite to eat (sans Subway). We were mistaken with a capital "M". After wandering the city for several hours, we asked a friendly police office where the nearest food venue (that offered lunch) could be found. I finally got to eat at a Max & Erma's, which was nice enough but offered NOTHING that I could indulge in aside from my few bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale. I pretty much starved until the hockey game (that Subway from above closed a few hours after we left --- yes we found out the hard way). At the game I had a salad which was pretty terrible, but the fruit punch I also ordered was spot-on. Sharks lost 2-1, but the day - believe it or not - was pretty damn fun. Lots of good jokes, good laughs and good times.

Reese found out that she not only shared a birthday with Rollo, but her BOY Milan Michalek. A funny thing about Reese's sports passion is that she lives and dies with each moment in the game. Especially Michalek's moments. Whew.

God bless the good company, the three and a half hour drive there would have been unbearable without it!