Ah, Boxin’ Day. The kids are up and playin’ with their stuff, there’s a fridge full of delicious leftovers you can stuff your face with, the World Juniors hockey starts up, and nobody says boo if ya start sippin’ on a beer at 10 in the mornin’ to dull the eggnog hangover and start slippin’ into another jag. If ya play your cards right, ya don’t gotta get out of your pajamas the whole day. [Read more]
John McNeil 