Saturdays were created for beer and working on projects that you can pass off as being actual work (i.e. burning sensitive docs in the burn barrel, barbecuing, riding the lawn mower, etc.) Not this Saturday. It was straight out of the hangover and into the car to make the trek to the Buffalo Auto Show this morning. We had lunch at the utterly brilliant Pearl Street Bar and Grill (beef on weck with 2 Canal Street Stouts,) then we headed on over to the show. My daughter Jessie was very much looking forward to seeing Curious George, but when we arrived at the "kidszone," there was not a simian in sight. Just posters of a monkey being handed out to people who were required to fill out paperwork, which I do all goddang week long. I wasn't about to sit around filling out a credit card application (or whatever the hell it was) for a cheap knockoff movie poster with a monkey on it (although they were kinda cool.) As it turned out, when we did stumble upon a man in an animal suit with a large, fake head (Sabretooth, the Buffalo Sabres mascot,) Jessie reacted predictably: she cried as if someone had just shot the dog. So, the missing monkey turned out to be not such a big deal. Jess was tired by the time we got home, and meaner than a rattlesnake on Texas asphalt, so off to bed she went as soon as we got the boots off. As far as cars are concerned, the Jags are nice and the Corvettes are cool and the car Tony Stewart placed 7th in some race in CA last NASCAR season was there too. Which was cool. I guess.

It turned out that all the snow we were supposed to get didn't quite make it. There were a few flurries, but nothing that warranted firing up the Toro. I never made it out to the Jerry O burn barrel either, so all those super-sensitive, top-fuggin-secret docs sitting in the bed of my pickup will have to wait 'til at least tomorrow for their destruction. The Gods of Fire will have to wait for their sacrifice. There's no football tomorrow (and, yes, I know the Pro Bowl is happening,) and hockey is about to take a 17 day break for the frigging Olympics, so I may as well bundle up, pack up a few beers, and start burning. The Olympics will be the source of little or no fodder for this blog, so don't come looking for it here. Although, from time to time, I my curse the games for postponing the NHL. But I can't even guarantee that. We'll see.

The Sabres are playing Florida (who have beaten the crap out of us so far this season,) so I'm gonna sign off and watch the next to last game for the next 2 and 1/2 weeks. DAMN YOU, OLYMPICS!