It’s all Kim’s fault, so don’t blame me, but we missed the first part of practice because she had school. I totally could’ve gone by myself for the first hour and a half, but I don’t like to do much by myself (I guess I’m the typical flocking girl). So, sorry Jill, but I missed Ryan and Paul. I know, it’s tragic. I guess I need to work on my confidence and go somewhere by myself. But there are other reasons why I didn’t go that have to do with a certain someone, but I won’t get into that…
Anyways, as far as I’m concerned, Tim Connolly wasn’t there. Again. So, I still say he’s dead. Or a hologram. I don’t know which is worse.
Speaking of dead, each player was hooked up to a heart-rate monitor, much like the ones Kim and I were forced to use during our senior year gym class. And they put all of the heart rates up on the Jumbotron. Now, the thing about these heart-rate monitors is that if the sensor can’t pick up your pulse, you appear to be dead (or in this case, non-applicable). And, at one point, THEY WERE ALL DEAD. Roy, Vanek, Paetsch, Afinogenov, Lalime, Weber, Mair, Kennedy, Spacek, Tallinder… All gone. I would NOT want to be that bearer of bad news to Lindy Ruff if, say, they actually were dead. I don’t think he could be held responsible for what he would, and I think what he would do would be kill me. So it’s really a lose-lose situation for me.
(I wanted to insert the picture of those two standing in line with Clarke, waiting to do a drill, but it won’t work. The caption would’ve read: Adam had to keep these two separated. I wonder who was being bad and beating up the other? Clarke probably put glue in Tim’s helmet or something… Drew is teaching him to do bad things with paste.)
And HE was smiling, too!! What is this world coming to? Tim Connolly, Drew Stafford, AND Adam Mair all smiling? Within a week? Something’s wrong with the water in Buffalo this year, I think…
Coaching/Leading practice today was James Patrick and the assistant from Portland (Sorry!! Forgot your name…). Lindy’s absence led Kim and I to wonder if he was finalizing the next set of cuts, and probably the line up for tomorrow’s game. This was kind of confirmed when they were stretching out at the end and Patrick said, “The line-up’s up, so check for your name.” That kind of made me envision them all running down the hall to the bulletin board like they do in movies about high school and checking for their name. And I can just see someone punching a locker for getting cut, or whatever. I don’t doubt that it happens. But I guess they can all (well, mostly, anyways) pretty much figure out where they’ll fall into place. And like Kim said before, the only guys’ status that I’m worried about are Paetsch, Mancari, and MacArthur.
And can I please just tell you all how excited I am to go to tomorrow’s game?!? It was totally a (sort-of) spur of the moment thing, because I was listening to the game Monday on my walkman (which I bought for $10 at Target) at work while pushing some lady around in a wheelchair, and they started talking about the red carpet thing, and I freaked out. I looked at the girl I work with and was like, “If I make plans for Saturday can you work for me?” And of course she said yes, so I called up Kim and told her to check for tickets because she’s going with her mother and I totally would’ve gone by myself (for the first time in my life), but luckily I got a seat right behind them because the lady at the arena ticket office was beautiful. BUT I’M SO EXCITED TO KICK OFF MY PART OF THE HOCKEY SEASON WITH A TORONTO GAME!!! I just hope my loves play. I know Myers is playing, but other than that, I have no clue. Dress Royzie and I’ll be content.
Oh, and there are more pictures from today. And more coming tomorrow night! =]