And that's not just speculation based on his naming his ventriloquist dummy "Slappy" as in the book from said series.
I mean, he actually reads Goosebumps, to Douglas Murray, for his bedtime story.
He also reads to Patrick Marleau.
But not to Dan Boyle, because Dan Boyle's been a bad, bad boy.
Or Nabokov, because he can read all by himself.
That's actually kind of an endearing picture. Just in case you're in danger now of warm feelings toward the San Jose Sharks, remember that they steal puppies and eat them.
This post is the closest I can give to commentary on the series at the moment, because basically my brain gave me three choices - wax preposterously hopeful, vomit all over the internet, or do a search under "My Pictures" for "Joe Thornton" cross-referenced with "what the hell is this thing?" and post the results.
Furthermore, due to a dinner engagement (which we'll actually post about at length, along with in-depth coverage of the tinfoil hat flashmob on the stairs of the Joe) scheduled prior, both of us missed most of last night's game. So that's all I've got - St0ry Time with the San Jose Sharks.
Hopefully they're too entranced by Eric Carle's artwork in The Very Hungry Caterpillar to play very well in game four.