Last night I found myself sitting on a couch watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs on TV.
However, last night was extra special weird. The couch was on wheels. The TV was a Black & White set sporting an 8” screen and rabbit ears. The location was the shop on my cousin’s farm.
You couldn’t even see the puck, and we had to keep readjusting the TV’s antennas to get a clear picture. There was a perfectly good colour television with pristine image quality in the house, but sitting on that old couch, in the shop, with a Pilsner in my hand, and beef jerky at my side, flanked by two other guys, farting and swearing, made the whole experience kind of special.