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…I’ve decided that I want to move this little baby of mine back to Blogger.
That’s part of the reason I haven’t been on here in so long. Honestly, I just never felt entirely comfortable with WordPress. It’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just too much. If you go back to the original Sabre Chaser, in one of the last posts on there, I said something about appreciating simplicity.
And that, my lovelies, is why I’m packing back up, and moving back to Blogger.
I’ll be posting there shortly, so be sure to check in and change your links back, and all that jazz. 🙂
Spacek is gone:( I’m really sad. Max is gone:( I’m crying uncontrollably.
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That is going to be my motto for the summer. Well, maybe once Labor day is here, you can wake me up. I like September, because September means TRAINING CAMP! And we all know how much fun I have at the players’ expense during Camp.
But in all seriousness, YAY PITTSBURGH!!!
We all know that I wasn’t the biggest fan of the Penguins before, but (and I swear, I’m not a bandwagon fan) they have continued to impress me. And then, since I was down in Pittsburgh on two different occasions during the playoffs, watching two games from the Pens/Caps series, and then Game 4 of the Finals, I think it is safe to say that I’ve become a fan.
And it shows.
One, I made myself a Max Talbot shirt. I’ve worn it during four different games, and the Pens won them all. I had to wear it to work on Friday because I didn’t want it to be the shirt’s fault if the Red Wings had won. Thankfully my Pitt BF came through for me in a very big way. Because I might just get written up for not wearing something that falls within the scope of our dress code.
Two, I bought a Kris Letang shirt when I was down there with Clare in April.
Three, I made this sign:
I love this sign. It’s currently taking up residence in the trunk of my car. That is because I know my mother would frown upon it, and she was home when I got home from Pittsburgh, but whatever… It ripped and got crunched anyways. BUT IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS, AND I WAS RIGHT FOR ONCE!!
Four, I was positively GIDDY when they won.
But really, let’s talk about the Sabres for a second here.
If I was *that* happy when the Pens won, think, just for a second, how happy I’d have been if my BACKUP team–the Blackhawks, had won. THEN ponder, just for a moment, what will happen to me if the SABRES *gasp* win the Cup! (Notice what I did there? I said will and WHEN!!!)
Yeah, I’d pretty much die.
In all actuality though, whoever schedules the Sabres events hates me, apparently. That is evident in the fact that I have to work when Derek is at the baseball game AND during the draft party. So naturally, I’m scrambling to find someone to work for me on one or both of those days. I would totally call in for one, but I just called in so that I could spend more time in Pittsburgh, so that isn’t an option anymore.
Whatevs. I’m confident that one of my coworkers loves me.
I’ve got some awesome stuff coming down the pipe for my little baby of a blog here, but none of it has even begun to take shape yet. And I’ll probably be posting random stuff every now and then, because I tend to get pretty bored and punchy during the summer. So just keep your eyes out. And if you hear of any Sabres appearances, let me know please!! 🙂
Sorry I’ve been gone so long, my friends. Finals at school, state inspection at work, friends with crises, a little trip down to Pittsburgh to watch the Papermate Series with some lovely, lovely, ladies, and a little bit of rest lasted a lot longer than I thought it would.
As far as the title goes, my summer vacation really has just begun. Technically today is the last day of the semester, but I’ve been done since Thursday. But I say that it’s ended, because I’m really devoting myself to the Sabres cause this summer. I’ve got research to conduct, detective work to do, and obviously, I’m reporting back to you. In some capacity, at least.
And the wheels are already in motion.
One project I (and others) am working on involves the Sabres Show. It’s no secret that I don’t care for Maria Genero, and I hear in the Buffalo grapevine that she’s taking a position with a local news station doing the weather? Does this mean Kevin needs a new side-kick? How about little ol’ sassy me? I’M HOLDING A “WILL WORK FOR FREE” SIGN, PEOPLE!!! I’m out for her job. I’ll do (almost) anything. But really, what are the chances of the Sabres hiring a 20-year-old nursing student who hasn’t a clue about anything to do with television production or PR or anything to interview their players? Oh, wait. There isn’t one. And I’m rambling, so I’ll get to this point. If there’s something you’ve wanted to see on the Sabres show, or something you disliked about it, drop me an email. You won’t regret it. I promise.
Okay, I walked away from my computer about 15 minutes ago, and I cannot remember what I was writing.
I love when I do this to myself.
I might be back later with comments about the Pens/Canes game. I think it’s obvious that I’m pulling for the Pens, if only just because I’m still bitter that the Butter Snaps beat us back in 2006. Yes, I hold grudges. Get over it.
And for all of my lovely insight on the Blackhawks and my dear Kristopher, you know where to find that. (And I am not at all pleased with the Detroit Red Wings. Dan Cleary is the devil. He can go hide in a cave now for all I care.)
Guys, I’ve been waiting so long to write the HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK ROY post, you have no idea!!
(Insert Blingee that won’t insert. Sad face.)
Okay, so this will be brief, because I actually meant to click on “New Post for Verbeauty…” but since I’m here, I’ll give you all a little update on how my favorite chunky, emotional eater is doing in Switzerland.
Actually, I can sum it up in one word. Well, phrase.
He’s still a point-per-game player.
Through one game, in which Team Canada trounced Belarus 6-1, chalked up two goals for Dany Heatley and Steven Stomkos each, while Derek only notched an assist. He was a plus-2, though, so I guess that’s alright.
But, then again, there’s plenty more hockey to be played, and (since I don’t think the US team has a chance with their current lineup even though they boast Drew Stafford, Jack Johnson, JM Liles, and Patrick O’Sullivan,) I’m going to cheer for the land of my forefathers and wish I were Canadian.
But I look at it this way (and here comes the crazy in me again): If I marry Derek or Kris, our children would have instant dual citizenship.
So Go Team Canada!
Also, it’s really, really gorgeous outside. I love it. Too bad I woke up less than an hour ago and have to be at work at 3:30. Boooooo.
I seriously feel terrible calling myself a blogger when I only write meaningless run-on, swooning sentences about the Sabres, or hockey in general, but even more so when I do it on the random occasion.
But this evening (or this past evening… whatever, it was Friday night) I had a bunch of the blogger girls over to my house for a little dinner party, which was quite lovely.
And boy, oh boy, do we have some good stuff in store for you this summer.
That’s all I’m going to say about that now, but just wait. Sabre Chaser will be back with a vengeance soon enough.
The playoffs are intriguing me greatly, however.
I honestly cannot believe that we’ve already seen three–COUNT ‘EM, THREE–sweeps thus far. That’s pretty amazing.
Also, the Chicago-Calgary series is quite feisty and intense. It’s really killing me. The odd part of it is, though, that whichever team scores first in the game has lost the game, without fail. So I’m just hoping that the Hawks hold off and wait for the (F)Lames to score first, and then pile the goals on. Hopefully, though, Iggy and Co. will decide to net their first sometime during the first, and not with 0.2 seconds on the clock in the third.
Because if they make the second round, I’m driving to Chicago for a game. For serious. Kim, Clare, and I are going. No lie. I’ve been trying desperately to win tickets to any game, any way that I can.
It obviously hasn’t worked.
But really people, as I was explaining to Kim and Anne earlier, I truly feel terrible that I’ve neglected my little baby of a blog recently. So if you miss my updates and pointless posts and whining about the Sabres and gushing about Derek Roy, follow me on Twitter, because I’ve picked it up there.
Although, I haven’t been tweeting so much in the past few days because I’m still trying to get the hang of my new phone. I’ll tell you, as pretty as it is, the BlackBerry Storm definitely takes some getting used to.
So anyways, my Twitter can be found here.
Be back soon! (I hope.)
PS: On a sad note, my poor Portland Pirates have been eliminated from the Calder Cup Playoffs in the first round by the Providence Bruins, four games to one. 😦
In order to not focus on the Sabres just yet, I’ve been watching hockey every chance I get.
This Anaheim/San Jose series has the potential to be historic.
And for once in my life, I’d like this to go the way I want it to.
Because we’d all like to see a certain brother of the guy pictured with a similar facial expression, wouldn’t we?
Because we don’t think Phil Kessel should represent the USA at the Worlds if Paul Gaustad isn’t. (Yes, we know Phil isn’t on the roster either, but he was last year, and we don’t like him, so there.)
Blackhawks tonight!! We all know how excited I am about that! And it’s on Versus, so you all should watch Kristopher too.
So it’s pretty obvious to you all exactly how much I love the Sabres, and how much I love playoff hockey, and how much I love, love, LOVE Sabres playoff hockey.
But really, I also love non-Sabres playoff hockey.
Don’t get me wrong; initially, it sucks. But once the first puck drops, it’s sheer happiness, because I don’t have to be conflicted or feel guilty about falling for other teams.
I did this the hard way this year when I fell for the Blackhawks back in January.
Anyways, I know it’s a day late, but here are my picks (I’m not going to bore you with the details as to why I’m picking. Just know that there’s probably a guy I’m in love with who suits up with that jersey. coughKrisVersteegcough).
Boston v. Montreal. Boston. For sure. I think pretty easily (I don’t make game predictions, because people just pull number out of their asses when they do that.)
Washington v. New York . Washington. I was thinking they would win this easily, but after seeing the clips of last night, the Rangers could give them a run for their money. I still think Ovie and the Caps will prevail.
New Jersey v. Carolina. Carolina. I hate the Hurricanes, but I hate the Devils more. There ya go. Plus, Mike Ryan doesn’t hurt their image at all. Maybe this one will have to go the distance.
Pittsburgh v. Philadelphia. Pittsburgh. Pretty easily at that. I love Marty Biron and all, but there’s absolutely no way I’ll cheer for the Flyers. (Sorry Philly fans. I just can’t bring myself to do it.)
San Jose v. Anaheim. San Jose? Duh. Easily? I really don’t care though.
Detroit v. Columbus. How much would I love it if Columbus completely upset the Wings??!?! IMMENSLY. Come on Rick Nash, Michael Peca, and lest I not forget Antoine Vermette!! Realistically, though, I’m thinking the Wings, fairly easily.
Vancouver v. St. Louis. Vancouver, fairly easily. I love Jay McKee, yes, but I hate Keith Tkachuk. No one injuries Timmy AND Kristopher and gets me to cheer for them. No way. But I would love to see Jay succeed. My allegiance though, is with Big Bear, Kesler, and Willie Mitchell. And, of course, Taylor Pyatt.
Chicago v. Calgary. This one should be completely obvious. Chicago. In a sweep. No, no… Easily. 🙂
There you have it, kids. That’s what I know I’m hoping will happen.
And now, as I wrote on Twitter, I’m going to put on my Blackhawks shirt and run errands all over Buffalo. With my luck, I’ll run into Derek Roy at the gas station with VERSTEEG emblazoned on my shoulder blades. That’ll go over real well when I run over to him gushing about my love for him. This, my friends, is when I’ll need one of you to go to a statuary and have them begin to engrave my headstone.
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.