This collection of entries is from January 12, 2003.
I'm not really sure, but this nerve problem is escalating. I'm thinking that there just might be something else going on because this nerve is firing at weird times, not always with the position of the neck. I think I yawned once and it fired. The pain is terrible - I usually wind up grabbing my neck and try to massage the area to get it to calm down. Damn it, I just may have to go to the doctor...
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This afternoon's game on the ice was uneventful as the Wolves beat Syracuse 3-1 (although, it was "entertaining" to watch the Syracuse goaltender Karl Goehring - he's only 5' 7" and when he crouches, he can easily fit inside the net). Off the ice, a little different story.
First, the pregame presentations and player introductions go off without a hitch. The National Anthem is normal, the lights come up, and the next thing we know, the referees and the officials in the box below us are having discussions. There's a lot of pointing - up at the scoreboard. Apparently, the fireworks have set off a small fire burning inside the scoreboard for about 6 minutes. They winch the scoreboard down to center ice and climb inside to make sure everything is OK, and then they winch it back up again for the puck drop. Total delay: 20 minutes.
Second, today is the last day of the Collegiate-Style Jersey Auction. This is always a big day at the tables, where somebody's jersey bidding gets out of hand. Now remember, the Wolves are a minor league hockey team. They jersey auctions (usually, at least two a year - a specialty jersey and a St. Patrick's Day jersey) are big fundraisers for charities. This was no exception today, as the cheapest jerseys were going for $600 and some select ones where $1,400-$1,800. The exception, that I actually watched, was for the jersey of defenseman Dallas Eakins. two women were standing by a clipboard, outbidding each other. The final winning bid: and outrageous $5,150. It's ridiculous, and "normal" fans have no chance of getting a jersey. No chance at all.
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Well, last night's sleep was interrupted much more frequently than the night before with excruciating pain up and down my neck by this nerve thing. Perhaps it's just my pillow. So, I rolled over when the sun came up and popped-on BBC America to watch Charlie's Garden Army (which I've never seen before) and Bargain Hunt, whose presenter David Dickinson reminds us of Richard Dawson for some reason. And What Not to Wear is just intriguing for how much these stylists are demanding and getting away with. (Just an FYI - TLC is running a preview of their American version of the series What Not To Wear next Saturday night, the 18th, at 10pm EST/9pm CST, in the time slot that While You Were Out normally occupies).
Well, time to get up... we're going to my Mom's house for lunch and then off to a Wolves afternoon game...
Maurice Gibb of the Bee Gees died this morning after emergency surgery last week. Carol loved the Bee Gees. About 15-20 years ago, I remember looking at some photos of the band with Carol and we found one of Maurice and it looked exactly like me. Then another, and still another. So, even though I didn't follow the band as much as she did, I had a little bit of a connection (though totally subjective) with them.
Update: The brothers are upset and are questioning his treatment
Update: Maurice Gibb died because he had an inherited condition that caused his small intestine to twist, which cut its access to the blood supply
Update: The autopsy report at The Smoking Gun