I refuse to remove my Penguins jersey, shower or leave home. The clocks have been stopped and mirrors draped in black. All the curtains and shades are drawn. I wander through the dark house, wringing my hands and sighing. I love my Pens; I miss my Pens; and I'm going to be like this until I'm not like this any more. Then I'll go do something else―hopefully something less dismal.
Tags: penguins, pittsburgh
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