Finally got the pics!  I tried to make the M look like bacon, but I dunno.

Also, someone called him WayneTrain on the Insider today, so yay.  Some badass assonance there.  (Shut up, it's a real word)

Besides horror films, "Midnight Meat Train" also makes me think of Journey.  I kept humming it a lot during the game.  Damn you, Glee!

Anyway, getting to go to that Wild game also got me thinking: attending King games in the womb probably predisposed me to a tragic outlook, but that needs to change.  Enough with the gloom and the doom and the emo bun tude, people.  Plus, my mom and I got to reminiscing about the Calgary and Vancouver playoff games we attended in '93 (man, we yelled like crazy when we eliminated those suckers) and I realized I had witnessed some pretty magnificent Kings moments, so I won't stop believin'.  And if I'm going to have an anthem, it'd better be cheesetastic.

Go Meat!