I think after seven days I can coherantly discuss my sadness.
Well, maybe not.
See, I’m sad, yes. But I’m more so disappointed. The guys had the talent to make the playoffs, but immaturity in the form of inconsistency bit them in the ass.
And I find that hard to forgive.
Derek Roy and Ryan Miller said it best when they shot down the excuses of losing leaders and youth. And they’re right; those aren’t excuses.
I don’t want to say any more on this topic, so I’m going to delve into a series of stories I have for you:
Derek Roy, at Black and Blue
A guy Kim and I went to high school with is a chef at Black and Blue (which, is awesome, mind you). He informed Kim that the Sabres came in to the restaurant Saturday for a final team dinner after the game.
Apparently, according to him, Derek isn’t the nicest guy.
Because he sent his steak back–TWICE–because it “wasn’t mooing enough.”
Now, I can understand the chefs’ annoyance with this situation, because now they’ve wasted two perfectly good steaks.
But (and I’m taking my chance to defend the Princess here) you have to consider the situation Derek is in. Had you just failed to do your job to the standard which was expected, you’d be in a pissy mood too. And if I were paying $30 for a piece of meat that wasn’t cooked to my liking, I’d send it back too. Especially if I wanted it raw and it was slightly cooked.
I don’t know, but that’s just me.
Tim Connolly, on Main Street
I refuse to reveal my sources, so don’t even ask.
Apparently Timmy was on Main Street, hitting up the bars (I’m wondering if they were the bars near UB? since this story is coming from a UB student, and the bars over there are sketchy.)
He and his cousin were doing body shots off of some girls.
That’s a good enough story, right?
He invited the girls to do shots off of him.
Well, that’s about it for today. I have no inspiration to write about the Sabres, and that depresses me. 😦 I need the Worlds to start.