By Bob Lobel
As stupid as it will sound. I went out and bought myself a Father’s Day card. What is even dumber? I bought it a month before Father's Day, I guess thinking they may actually have one this year.
As you can see, the card could be used 24/7, if you hang it outside whatever room you're in when the nap fairy overtakes you. Hey, it happens!
Ok, onward on a lot of random thoughts. Clearly, it is folly to try to dissect the Stanley Cup Finals in between games three and four, so these observations are just that, observations. Here goes: If games one and two (both overtimes, in case you have forgotten) were played at a level 10 on a 1-10 scale, then game three at the Touch Down Bank Garden in Boston was a tepid 7.
