In a world...
Where the cool guy with the Stanley Cup shows up at my door and tosses a few knuckles on it. I answer and know exactly what’s going down. It’s my day with the Cup. Get the adult diapers and loose fitting pants ready, right? Nah.
The euphoria of the victory in the Finals hasn’t worn off yet, and while I am tired and still sore from the extended season and never-ending party that followed, it’s time to get serious with my shiny piece of history. Luckily, I have prepared the body for this splurge.