Any visit to Golden Corral is a happy event; doubly so this morning after our second win of the Tourney. Getting moving at 6:45 am wasn't quite as difficult as we had thought, and after a short stack of pancakes, we all have a full Saturday ahead of us.
Wilson enjoyed his two full plates of pork, served every way GoCo does it. I got a little fruit to offset the gravy biscuit. Marty got him a mess of grits, his secret passion that caused such a rift when revealed to his Long Island family that he had to leave New York forever. Sad.
But not quite as sad as this reporter's botched empty-net goal. In the final seconds, with us up 3 to 1, they pulled their goalie and I had a breakaway opportunity. When I finally looked up to find some open net I realized, "Hey! the WHOLE net is open!" And this unexpected revelation must have jiggered my limited mental faculties enough to make me shoot late. Oh, it was a nice, hard shot, and it made a nice "DING" sound as it careened away off the post...
Perhaps an opportunity to redeem myself will come around 5pm today for Game 3...
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