Around 9, I went to bed and immediately drifted off to sleep. An hour and forty-five minutes later I woke up to screaming, honking horns, gunshots and explosions. Luckily I knew exactly what was going on. When the Red Wings won in 1997 I was not so lucky. I had just moved into a new neighborhood when I was, once again, woken by gunshots and explosions. I am not a sports fan by any means, it never occurred to me that in mid-June there would be a hockey championship. I mean, it's hot out, what are these people thinking?

Anyway, I rolled my eyes several times and sighed heavily then went to go close all of my windows. Thank goodness that it cooled off recently, otherwise I would have died of heat exhaustion. As I was making the rounds of my apartment, I stopped in the bathroom to, um, take care of some personal business. So as I was sitting there with my head right next to a window, when I heard the loudest explosion of my life. The explosion had scared me so much that I think I hurt my neck while reacting. I stood up as I expected my neighbors to run out of their house in a panic to make sure that their 1970's conversion vans were alright. Instead, I see Willie Nelson brother #2 come up the drive way, scraggly hair streaming behind him held back only by his "Official Breast Inspector" baseball hat say to Willie Nelson brother #1 "Ah guess wheeze mighta swell set off them others".