I was slathered in words. Less likely about the end of the season and very likely about the gosh dang mouse attack if earlier. A show of strenght, and courage. Our live will not be hqulted because of a mouse. But that is trivial, who care,s It was the last friggin day of the season. Helll some people have been done for a month maybe 2. So closing day was some bullshit. No sun no slush. The occasional snow squal to pierce through the veils of general flat light.

The action seemed a littled tambed and subdued compared to other yeard and places.

Sometimes closing day just creeps up on you. There's always another day until there isn't. Sometimes we reflect on that in terms of missed goals and opportunities. That isn't really bothereing me, and honstely I feel pretty good, but there's something about a good season in the books that feels biiter sweet no matter the setup.