I hate it when schedules are wrong, but at least this time I didn't have to subject myself to a 7-1 rout. I thought the Pens game was on at 7, but it turns out it was on at 2. Which really sucks because at 2 I was actually home to watch the game. Instead I was walking on the treadmill watching the director's commentary for Undercover Brother. Which, though painful sounding, was much preferred to the evening's activity of dinner with the in-laws and various extended relatives.
Oh well, I guess if I thought about it, things could get worse. Though at the moment I'm not sure how.
Oh well, on the bright side the Pens can't lose again until Wednesday.