Grimlock ♥ Ultra Magnus

Because, Primus, anything is better than sports.   My sister knows this, and knows it was only out of much, much love that I agreed to go to a hockey game at all.   I asked if I could read comics, and she said yes.   My mom, brother, and his girlfriend all heckled me about it. 

"People get hit in the head with pucks!  In the head.   They die that way."

Apparently me telling them that I would die doing what I love the most - reading comics, and Marvel comics at that - didn't help.  Nor did telling them to get lots of money in the lawsuit if I died.   Which meant I spent a large part of the time actually watching hockey.   It was a surprisingly good game, but the Boston Prides didn't win.   The Whalers did, which, my sister said, was the only thing that put a dent in the day.   It was wonderful, but she wished her team had won. 

Also, they check your bags.   The guy checking mine poked at my comics suspiciously, and I eyed him suspiciously.   Dude, did you just poke at my Mutant X run?   Seriously?   My heart gave a little stutter.  

"What do you have in there?" he asked gruffly. 

"Oh, just comics.   To read at the game."

He perked right up.   "Oh, I thought they were signed pictures of the Harvard players."

Apparently he thought I wanted to sell shit at the boring game, instead of read stuff.  

"Ha, ha, try sticking your finger in my comics again!"

Okay, I didn't say that, but part of me wishes I had.   Seriously.   

Anyway, you're going to get mass reviews right now.  I mean, ten total per post, but yes, I am going to review everything now.