The Stanley Cup Playoffs are here, and each of you would do very well to let yourself be swept away by the magic that is hockey. Somehow, though, I doubt many of you are interested in heeding my advice.
You know, someone once told me that Wayne Gretzky ate three hot dogs before each one of his games. I don’t believe it for a second, but I often contemplate how many more records he would have set if he had done just that. Why not come to Franktuary, have a dog and then go set a record of your own?