Hockey, Hospitals, and Houses

This has been a year to rival 1986 for me. The Pats are back in the Superbowl, The Sox won the World Series, and Auburn finished 13-0. Now if the C's can just finish over 0.500 for the season my glow would shine a bit brighter. I guess I am forgetting about hockey, as most of the nation has. Too bad, the owners are only hurting themsleves, as are the players. Hopefully it won't die like women's soccer has.
The roads today were awful, and not having anything but 23 mm slicks on my bike, I didn't feel like braving it up to work. The last thing I need right now is a hospital bill. So it was back on my favorite metal box, SEPTA.
We are also semi-house hunting. We went out in the snow to see a few with our realtor. I noticed that every house we saw had a similar smell to it. They all smelled different, but only slightly. It was this wierd pet/onion/B.O. smell, that occurred no matter what section of the city we were in. I wonder if our condo will smell like that to someone else. I mean, I once broke up with a girl because I didn't like the smell of her apartment. Not that it was disgusting, I just didn't like it. People try to cover those scents with pot pouri, but you can still sense it, hiding behind the dried cinnamon and flowers. How long does it take to go away???