So many leftovers. Somehow they all made it into the refrigerator, which is, right now, more full than it has been since we moved. It’ll be a week of turkey and sides for me, and no complaints.
Today we went across the river to catch a hockey game. It was the homestanding Flyers and the Rangers, which drew a large crowd all their own. There was almost as much red, white and blue as black and orange at the Wells Fargo Center.
And the Rangers fans went away happy. They’re team won 3-1.
I might be bad luck for the Flyers. They’re 1-2 when I am there for a game. The win was in … 2007.
We’re there for Gritty, basically.
After the game, I ducked back in from the concourse to see what was happening with everyone walked away from the rink. Those video ribbons, it turns out, go all the way down to the ice. I wonder why. Aside from maintenance, what would be the purpose? And why lower it after a game?
On the way back home, we enjoyed splendid views of the sunset.
After which we started on the leftovers — didn’t make a dent, really — and eased into the second half of this lovely long weekend.
