The devil spirit

I gots me the playoff fever. Of the 12 games over the weekend I got to watch, or should I say was blessed with vision and honored to be able to use it for 9 of them. HOCKEYYYYYYYY, I have major heart burn caused by all the stress. There are dishes everywhere, clothes strewn about the rooms of our house. I have eaten 21 different types of fried foods, none of which were chicken. I have lived as if alone, playoff boyfriends' girlfriends somehow become invisible as do most responsibilities. I visit NHL.com more than I visit the washroom (which I run to now for fear of missing a goal.) I yell, I swear, I hug men, I sit in disbelief, I dance in joy. I have playoff fever.
I also have petanque balls.