At the beginning of the Conference Finals, I fled for the Alaskan wilderness and turned over the scorekeeping spreadsheet over to Matty and Snizza, never to hear from them again regarding the subject.
See, here's proof I went somewhere; I wasn't just being lazy: here I am! And I'm loo
king at stuff!(Why in the Sam Hill would I schedule a vacation during the hockey playoffs? Well, first, I didn't realize I had done it until after my wife and I had already started throwing money around. And second, it's by far the best time to go to Alaska. Too early in the year and it's too cold and dark. Too late into the summer and big swarms of gnarly bugs emerge. Apparently the place starts looking like some bizarro mountainous version of downtown Cleveland.)
Anyway, I don't even have people's picks for the Finals.
Let this post serve as a pointless admission of our delinquency. But let's get it sorted out. The miniature Stanley Cup filled with Rumple Minze is starting to gather dust.
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Everyone's picks were in the comments section of the previous update, which Snizza linked to on the top of the page. My understanding was that you were going to do the finals, and I figured I'd hear from you once you got back. This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but maybe this qualifies as "hearing".
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