Helene and Ansar and Teddy and Greg(g) keep telling us that this little run has been nice, but tough times await. The gales of November, they've warned, are sure to arrive on schedule. Tattle tale sounds and Whitefish bay, fat cooks and somber Detroy-et cathedrals all beckon.
Because the tough stuff awaits, they tell us.
A "tough stretch", starts tonite with Boston, then there's the Caps on the day before The Day, The Game.
More on that day, that game, on Friday. And there will be more because I can feel the hate running through me.