

So Thursday night was spent watching as 6'9" Lucic "put his hands around the defenseman's head and brought him down to the ice". I never would have expected having such a good time surrounded by angry, drunk canadians watching grown men kick the crap out of each other, but a good time it was.
Then Friday was spent a little more normally at The Brattle for a screening of The Maltese Falcon. And no, that scene with Peter Lorre and Humphrey Bogart never, ever gets old.
"Look what you did to my shirt!"
Hee.