So, December 1 and the Capitals are in town. My usual hockey buddies couldn’t make the game tonight. After a futile attempt to find two adults that could spontaneously drop everything on a Wednesday night, I decided to brave it alone.
I brought my sketchbook and decided to get caught up on the games I’ve missed. So without further ado, three craptacular games, memorialized.
Little did I know, it was about to get worse. More on that to come.
90-Pound Doodles 
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