She's back. But mommy's still a crack whore and we're still the lemmings we were in 1994. She's pathetic but she's ours.

And so we enjoy her until she leaves again. We'll forget the shit she's forced us to suffer through and we're going to collectively pretend that the power won't get shut off, or the phones disabled.

She's back so we're supposed to be thrilled. She'll be literally surprised if we're anything but that. Her mind is still fogged by whatever vices she's fallen prey to the last six months. But it's not the drugs, it's the ignorance. She's so stupid to think that we'll just smile and hug and dance. But, of course, it's us who are even dumber because dancing is exactly what we'll do. She'll tell us the steps and our feet get to shuffling.

I've been thinking about this a long time, whether I could stomach a return to blogging. Well, I'm going to try but I make no promises.

I'm a Wing fan. God help me. But the NHL, the fuching commissioner, the NHLPA...all of it except for my team. I have nothing for any of them and I'll be less than accomodating for anyone who defends what we've gone through and the garbage suits who orchestrated it.

We'll see where this goes. I'll watch the Wings, and it damned well better be for free. I'll read and I'll write and we'll talk hockey. But let's not deny what we are and who we're beholden to. If you're one of the few who will actually stop watching and caring? I promise you that my respect is absolutely epic. I wish I could join you, but I can't.

So come on in Mommy. You knew we'd be here and we are.

But we haven't forgotten what you are, or what you've done. Again, and again, again.