The King of Blind Bay
@imrealgoode
Dad of 2 boys, 2 Aussie Shepherds, and several koi. Husband of 1 badass wife. Humble, approachable, wildly handsome genius. Corporate finance wizard. Canucks fan (Pain). Vikings fan (also pain). Golf, money, music, markets, delightful bullshit.
Also this is my beach bag and I, for one, am very happy for me.
People work their whole lives in fucking Alberta to come here.
There are other combos for sure. Here's a less obvious and then a few obvious. You could argue the gretzky-less team was actually a lot better.
Hell yeah. I think this would actually be the more fun pursuit
I got to hang out with my sister without partners, kids, or parents for the first time in probably 17 years. We did the Revelstoke thing and the only evidence is this picture.
We don't see each others headers usually so here's mine. (Also fuck yeah I did take this picture)
If you're going to be heckin' rich, be heckin' rich like this.
Ok this is by far the luckiest I have been on this silly game so far.
Just got this one. Proof it can be done without 3-4 of the luckiest possible draws.
This is by far the most punishing job market I have ever encountered. But I am grateful we put in the reps and made the less sexy choices to be able to weather it in a place like this.
Fun timing. One day I'll hit a note like David Gilmour can. Today is not that day, but we're getting there!
Of the seasons, I don't think any hit you in the face with its arrival quite like Spring. There was no colour here on April 1. Also I kinda like the neighbour's cedar pushing through my fence.
Reminder of what lies ahead, after the Stanley Cup Finals.
If there's anything better than a Sunday morning range session, it's a Sunday morning range session that is all mine. Have a day out there.
Some of the dumbest shit in history is drowning out some of the coolest shit in history. This is spectacular.
Going through some old stuff, came across one of my only surviving "mostly" pristine hockey card sets. In no particular order, here are some absolute bangers from that run:
I'm reminded again, that "Twitter" wasnt the problem. People who want to be cunts and hide behind anonymity are the problem, and they exist everywhere.
It's not that I hate April 1st. I hate the annual reminder of the type of soul-grinding, serial-killer-level pranks that people want to do to you when they get the chance. Like this shit: #Canucks