I had the great pleasure of going to the Catwalk for Charity last night with my friend Glenn. It was a hoot. I think I speak for everyone in attendance (including the Sabres) when I say, “Ouch. I’m hungover.”
I would love to tell you all about the Catwalk for Charity, but unfortunately, the first rule of Catwalk for Charity is, don’t talk about Catwalk for Charity. The second rule of the Catwalk for Charity is what happens at the Catwalk for Charity stays at the Catwalk for Charity. So basically, Catwalk for Charity is like if Fight Club went to Vegas, which is to say, it’s VERY hardcore and extremely top-secret. I’d tell you what happened there (and believe me, it would blow your mind), but then I’d have to kill you.
The most important thing to realize about the Catwalk for Charity is that Glenn is INCREDIBLY awesome for bringing me and for being such an awesome date.
As fun as the evening was, I think my favorite thing about the Catwalk for Charity is that Lindy MADE THEM PRACTICE THIS MORNING. This amuses me greatly. Participating in this event is sort of a team requirement, so I figured that Lindy would give them a break and let them sleep it off this morning, but NO! He’s such a crusty old crankpot that he was all, “GET YOUR ASSES ON THE ICE, YOU LITTLE PUNKS.” I absolutely adore Lindy for being such a curmudgeon, and in honor of his extreme awesomeness, I promise not to call for him to be fired for at least a month.
As far as all of the supposed injuries go, I’m not too worried. I’m pretty sure that everyone was just hung over today and that their groins will all feel a lot better in the morning.