It’s Monday, and the first of October.  I expected to be writing about pre-season games and the fact that in 10 days, the regular season would start on my birthday.  Followed by the Caps home opener on October 12, Mike’s birthday.

Instead, we’re still on golf.

I’ll admit it: I saw this picture several times and never got past the gap in Jordan Eberle’s teeth.  Showstopper.

Then it came up with an AHL assignment article on Friday and hey there in the background!  Apparently’s Eb’s hospital benefit golf tourny in July was really a Battle of the Perfect Eyebrows.

The dress code must have stated “pretty-preppy, including collared shirts,” which Mike read as “whatever you wore to the bar last night.”

The other day, Caitlin suggested that Max Talbot was awfully Judd Nelson-like these days.  I had already been thinking that about Mike (also I just saw Pitch Perfect).  The clothes, hair, ink – check.  Mike so wants to be the bad boy with a heart of gold.  That means Eberle is Emilio Estevez and RNH is Molly Ringwald, but I don’t think they’d ever really get detention.