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(Oh gees, now I have that Staind song stuck in my head…)
Well, anyways, I haven’t been around since Friday. And I must apologize for that. I was going to post Saturday morning, around 6 am, and tell you that I was going to be up in Toronto for the weekend, but I woke up late, and seeing that I woke up at 6, had to be out of the house by 6:45, pick up Brittany and be over at the guys’ house by 7:15, yeah, a post was nowhere to be found.
So I was up in Toronto for the UB Bulls International Bowl. Yes, I’m sure you all know how that went. But the rest of my weekend was fabulous, because we spent the night up in TO, and let me tell you, this club up there–Circa–is my favorite club now. It’s awesome. And we met some super creepy people up there. All in all, tough, a great weekend because while we were eating at Hoops on Saturday (it’s kinda like a Buffalo Wild Wings, fyi), they were showing the highlights from the Sabres game, and we all started cheering (there were eight of us, so it was kinda loud). I can’t even tell you how many dirty looks we got, especially from our waitress, who was wearing a Leafs shirt.
But whatever, because I’m back now. And I must say that I missed you and this little blog terribly in my three day absence.
I had this really killer idea for a post today, but today I can’t remember the one line I wanted to throw in it, and it happened to be the punch-line, so I’m not quite sure I want to post that anymore.
Really, though, the only things I’m concerned about are Craigory and Timmykins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t have a whole lot of time now, so I’m going to go now, but I plan on liveblogging the game tonight with Kim, as she is going to be watching with me at my house.
But I’ll leave you now with this gem:
And does anyone else remember what happened the last time we played Ottawa?
Really Jarkko? Is that what happened? Well, Adam remembers it a little more clearly, I think.
Hey Jarkko, it’s after the holidays…
In the least, it should be a damn good game. See you later.
Cari: Danny, I missed you tonight.
Dan: Yeah, I wish I could’ve played, but you know how it goes…
Cari: So, why did I see you all sad and lonely up in the press box this evening?
Dan: Well, you know, I got sick somehow. I think Drew might’ve given me some candy off the floor or something… Adam’s always telling me and Clarke not to take stuff from Drew because he’s a weirdo. But Drew always has the best candy and stuff, so I didn’t think it would be a problem…
Cari: Okay, you’re sick… That makes sense, I guess. But why were you all by yourself? How come you weren’t sitting with Timmy?
Dan: First of all, I’m not allowed to hang out with Timmy. Adam says he plays Doctor too much, and that I can’t play with him if he does. Second of all, I was in Time Out.
Cari: Time Out?!? How come?
Dan: Because I threw up in Nathan’s skates…
Cari: So that’s why he wasn’t playing tonight… But why all alone, though?
Dan: Adam said it was punishment for not throwing up in “that little puke Lucic’s” skates. I kinda wish I had after he tried to kill all my friends tonight. I’m going to get him one day for that. And that’s a promise. But Pat already told me that Lucic had better watch out if they’re ever on the ice at the same time.
Cari: Yeah, I don’t care for him much, either, especially after he went after Princess D.
Dan: Yeah. Oh hey! I like that jersey on you, by the way. I’ll tell Derek that you look good in his name. Hey, and maybe that’s why he played so well tonight!!
Cari: Danny, my friend, I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. And also, tell him that I honestly believe in my heart that he should have had four goals tonight, the last coming on a penalty shot? Thanks much.
Dan: Sure thing.
Cari: And make sure everyone knows that Kim and I, next time we’re in Boston, are going to track Milan Lucic down and beat his ass. Because I hate him.
Dan: I know. Hey, I have to go. It’s past my bedtime.
Cari: Okay, Danny. I’ll talk to you later. Good night, precious.
So, beyond that, I’m soooooo incredibly happy about tonight’s game. But here are the things I’m thankful for:
– The guy behind us at the game tonight who said “I want to call up Gerbe just to see if he could skate through Chara’s legs.”
– The group of four 11-year-old boys who told a Bruins fan that they’d “never seen a girl look hotter in a Boston jersey.”
– The fact that no Sabres died in the making of this victory.
– Derek Roy’s inability to stop finding ways to make me love him, and make fun of him, all at the same time.
– Paul Gaustad and Ryan Miller’s inability to stop raising my expectations of men.
– Thomas Vanek’s ability to continuously light the lamp.
– Patrick Kaleta, Andrew Peters, and Adam Mair’s willingness to beat the crap out of people and sacrifice their bodies for the sake of the game.
– Tim Connolly’s strength of character, combined with his entertaining sex-capades.
– Drew Stafford’s Facebook pictures.
– Henrik Tallinder’s dancing.
– Jaroslav Spacek’s interviews.
– Nathan Paetsch’s smile.
– Mark Mancari’s voice.
– Daniel Paille’s inability to take a normal-looking picture.
– Patrick Lalime’s adoration of his daughters.
– Craig Rivet’s adoration of Buffalo.
– Jason Pominville’s loyalty to The (dreaded) System.
– Maxim Afinogenov’s best game in a long time.
– Jochen Hecht’s shortie, as well as the look on his face when he heard me say “I love you.”
– Ales Kotalik’s admission that he designed a line of hats.
– Clarke MacArthur’s curly hair.
– Toni Lydman’s choice in women.
– Teppo Numminen’s picture from 1985.
– Andrej Sekera’s polo player sweater.
– Lindy Ruff’s ability to inspire these guys, year after year, after year.
– All of the Sabres Bloggers, because they’re all foxy and incredibly intelligent, and probably some of the funniest writers I’ve ever come across.
– The city of Buffalo for being amazing.
– My cat Delilah for being the cutest fat cat around.
– And, lastly, my beautifully sexy friends, especially my dear Kimberly, as well as my mostly awesome family. Without them, I’d be completely lost in life.
So, everyone, have a beautiful holiday with your respective loved ones, and Kim and I will resume posting on Friday. I’m sure I forgot stuff about the game tonight, and I’m equally as sure Kim will let me know about it. So those things will make it up here eventually. But, until then, be safe, eat turkey, and love those Sabres!!
So, after my not-so-little rant last night, I’m much more collected this evening. But that’s not to say that I’m not still aboard the Bench-Derek-Roy-Bandwagon, because I’m driving it.
That being said,
if when he does have a nice view of the game from the press box, I hope he gets to watch Mark Mancari play for a game. Then he’ll see what a good hockey player should be doing… Carrying his team, even when he doesn’t necessarily have to, because there’s ample talent spread around.
Take, for example, Mark’s stats on the season thus far:
In 13 games, he’s netted 11 goals, along with 13 assists, to plant him firmly in a tie for 2nd place in the AHL for points with 24. In case you don’t have time to do the math, that’s 1.85 points per game. And, like Anne mentioned, he’s only spent 2 minutes in the box. That’s it. Oh, yeah, and he’s a +16.
All this from a guy who’s 6’4″ tall, weighs 225 pounds, has a slapshot that registers 102.8 miles per hour, and supposedly skates slow. I DON’T CARE IF HE SKATES SLOW, HIS STATS ARE BETTER THAN MOST THE SABRES, SO HE SHOULD BE A SABRE. Only Vanek has more goals (13), and he’s got Sekera, our leader of assists (9), by 4. So he’s got more points all-around than any guy on our team. +/-, you ask? Well, he’s got 11 on Toni Lydman, who leads with a +5. Oh, and only three players on the active Sabres have yet to take a penalty (Connolly, Paille, and Hecht), which is shocking, actually, and two more have only 2 PIM (Pominville and Paetsch). So, yeah. I BELIEVE MARK WARRANTS A PLANE TICKET TO THE B-LO.
Besides, only he can rival Adam Mair in the category of funny-face pictures:
Okay. That’s good enough for now.
BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW,
Mark Mancari can fuck a bitch up.
Just ask Darcy Tucker.
That lead to this:
I THINK I’VE MADE MY CASE.
Lindy, tell Darcy to make the call. Trust me, it’ll do the blue and gold a whole lot of good. DO IT. NOW. Pretty please with sugar on top?
Okay, so I’m totally excited about the win last night. Like, completely. But I’ll talk about that later since it’s Cari + Derek = Fate time. And since I couldn’t really get over the shock that my question was picked last week, and being exhausted from exploring Boston, I didn’t really have the time to post about it last week in detail, but this week I do!! That is, if I don’t cram some more for my anatomy exam…
So this is something most of you probably know about by now Adam Mair and Jarkko Ruutu got into an altercation in the hallway behind the team locker rooms after last night’s game. No fists were thrown, unfortunately, and how do I know this? Well because this dandy little piece of footage was discovered while I was perusing YouTube.
Now you can all probably guess what the censors so unfortunately bleeped out, I’m guessing a lot of words starting with the letters F and S. It’s too bad the security guards had to step in because I can just see the headline on the 11 o’clock news, Brawls Starts At Hockey Game…and Not On The Ice. Hope you all enjoy the scariness that is Adam Mair when he’s pissed, I would not want to be on the receiving end of that anger. Unfortunately we don’t play Ottawa again until January so we won’t be able see the full repercussions of this. However, there is talk that both players could be fined and/or suspended for this incident.
Oh, and who didn’t feel like punching Jarkko in the face after that interview at the end of that?
This is by no means in defense of Derek’s performance thus far in the season. I’m very upset with him in that regard.
I DO NOT, HOWEVER BADLY HE MAY HAVE PLAYED IN THE PAST FIVE GAMES, CONDONE SHOVING HIM UNDER A BENCH!!! That’s absolutely disgusting! Alex Burrows, you are on my shit list. And as I said to Kim when I realized who was being shoved under then bench, if I see you on the streets, sir, YOU ARE DONE. Yes, that is a threat, and no, I’m not afraid of you.
Do you, Mr. Burrows, realize how dirty the floor of the bench can be? As much as I love them, hockey players are just like any other guy–gross. You all spit on the bench, bleed on the bench, sweat on the bench… Need I say more? Would you like your face shoved in that? I didn’t think so. So what makes you think you can shove Derek’s face into the floor? Oh, that’s right. You’re just jealous that he’s got an impeccable fashion sense, he’s damn good-looking, and oh, yeah, he plays for the Sabres, who are 4-0-1, comparable to your Canucks, who are 3-3-0. It’s easy to see why you don’t like Derek because through 82 games last year, he had 81 points, but you only had 32. Or is it because he makes $4 million a year, and you only make $483,000? Well, whatever it is, I still hate you.
Derek didn’t deserve this from you. A hit, sure. Sending him flying over the boards, okay I can live with that (1, it’s pretty funny when that happens, and 2, he’s small, so it’s plausible). But Alex, pick on someone your own size. Derek’s 5’9″ is hardly in the same category as your 6’1″. Why don’t you try shoving Pat Kaleta under a bench? That might work out better for you. And when I say for you, I mean for me. So work on that next time we play, okay? Great.
As you’re all aware, the Sabres have posted the 10 Stupid Questions on the website (well, 8 of them, at least). And as I’ve already touched on the Mary Ann and Ginger situation (I heart Pat!!).
I’m not going to lie; at first, this past July, when I got that fateful text message (while driving at high speeds; NOT GOOD) saying that my beloved Big Bear had been traded to wherever, for whomever, I was angry at everyone involved, including you, dear Number 52.