Well boys and gals, I’m off. Last month when the Minnesota Wild beat the Chicago Blackhawks, I lost a bet with the red head and must now brave a trek to chilly Minnesota. I’ve got a jam-packed weekend of hanging out with tall girl, red head and lots of cousins. According to my sister, some of the weekend “To-Do List” includes, “frame giants pics of mine and redhead’s faces, get our head shots taken, eats lots of marinated cheese,” to name a few. This, by the way, is perfectly normal.