So it seems.
Because here I am scribbling away of thoughts swirling,
images buzzing, shapes changing, specters forming and vanishing.
What I did see the last few at home Aeros games has me asking:
Where did these players come from?
What happened to the ones, we loved to complain about?
Was this an invasion of the body snatchers?
Could the guys have been invaded by phantoms from hockey hell (or heaven)?
From hell, because wouldn't it be loverly if all games were played, and won, thus?
And then, alas, aren't.
So what that this one or that one did not do this or that perfectly.
So what that this move or that one was incomplete.
So what that the line was lacking in this or that.
And that's all there is.