It’s 5:56 a.m. and I’m watching tennis and reading about Watergate. Clearly the All Star Break has begun.
The Sabres and I have some deep digging to do to figure this all out, but let’s go with some music to kill some time. I listened to The Decemberists’ new album on a drive to Wilson the other day. This one fits the month well if you ask me.
The King may be dead, but the Roost isn’t. I promise.