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(Anne, that title is for you, by the way.)
So I had this whole big spiel I was going to go through about how much a Sabres’ win would mean to this city, but right now, I’m ecstatic.
My emotions have been running on low for the past 24 hours, and to be honest, I didn’t think I could feel much worse after learning about the crash of Flight 3407.
But, wow. Just, wow.
This game was absolutely fantastic!!!
I don’t really have a ton of coherant thoughts for the game, but, rather, just some quips:
– Derek Roy is incredibly attractive when he’s being all feisty and starting trouble with the other players and mouthing off. idk why, but he is.
– Derek also scored his 100th career goal, on the same goal that Drew Stafford notched his 100th career point. Who gets to keep the puck? I think Roy should get it… Goals are cooler than points.
– It’s about time Jason Pominville nets a goal! I really think this is where he’ll turn it around… And that shootout goal he had was mighty fine.
– Nathan Gerbe’s play has been nothing short of foxy since he stepped foot on the ice at HSBC Arena, the Portland game included. I’m so glad he’s in the blue and gold. I can’t tell you how many times tonight I was wowed by his effort, his determination, and his heart. And when he had that knee-on-knee scare in overtime, I think I almost died a bit.
– Craig Rivet is my new hero. I don’t care what Derek says, and I don’t care about the age difference; I love him. He was just way too cute when he and the other guys were jumping around after Pommer’s goal. I just love him.
– Roy had an adorable little fist pump… thing… after his shootout goal.
– I honestly thought Danny Paille scored Spacek’s goal, and I really wish that he had. He did play very well, though, in his first game back, in my opinion at least.
– Did I mention that we beat the San Jose Sharks, arguably the best team in the league?
– Did I also mention that we, who are in 8th place in the East, are 2 points behind the Rangers, who are in 4th place in the East? Oh, and also that we’ve played them twice thus far this season, and we won both of those games?
– Looks like Lindy’s method of working the power play all practice long yesterday payed off, as we went 3-for-6? As in 50%?? Let’s do that more often, okay boys?
– I seem to like to refer to the Sabres as “we.” Like I’m part of the team. Sweet.
– I saw Caroline (of Hockey Night in Buffalo) on TV after Pominville’s game-tying goal!!
– I’m really, really, really happy about this win.
Okay. I’m going to watch Friday Night Lights (don’t judge me), and go to bed, as I’m working alllll day tomorrow, 7 am to 11:30 pm. Woo. Exciting stuff.
Happy Valentine’s Day friends, and same to the Sabres. =]
Okay so today I expected to come home from school and be able to work on some homework. I have 3 papers to write this weekend and even though I have Monday and Tuesday off I want to actually have the days to veg and not think about anything. I have a busy weekend planned, Sabres game tonight, Bandit’s tomorrow, Mamma Mia on Sunday and then the Sabres game on Sunday, so needless to say I had today and tomorrow to work on my papers. Well I figure since today has already gone awry I might as well post because it’s pretty much been guaranteed that I’m not going to be getting much done before the game.
I usually get home from school on Fridays by 12:30 but today I had a practice for a redemonstration of nursing skills that I have to complete by the end of next week so I didn’t end up getting home until 2. I was home for approximately 20 minutes when my grandma called and said she couldn’t get her car started and she needed a ride over to my uncle’s who lives in Amherst, my grandma lives in Kenmore and I live in Tonawanda. Then before we went to my uncle’s house she had to stop at the funeral home because a woman from our church died. So I spent an hour of my time not working on homework, I wasn’t mad that she called because she’s done so much for me but at the same time I just wanted to work on homework. Okay well back to hockey talk.
The Sabres are having a surprise autographed picture sale tonight for $20 bucks you pick a number and that number corresponds to an autographed picture of the player. Am I hoping in vain that I can get Paul’s? Because I’m totally willing to shell out the $20 bucks if I can have something that he actually touched that he may have breathed on. Ooo my heart’s all full of butterflies and sunshine just thinking about it.
We play San Jose tonight, let me tell you my joy is just overflowing please someone get another bucket to contain it, why does the NHL like to kick us when we’re down? Not that it’s their fault that Vanek got hurt and that we can’t seem to beat Ottawa, but I need someone to blame so it’s split between whoever the hell it was that hit Vanek with that puck and the NHL. The Sharks are 37-7-5-3 and stand 2nd in points in the NHL. The Sabres on the other hand are 8th in the Eastern Conference and are struggling to stay in the playoff run.
This is the only meeting between the Sharks and the Sabres this season and the first time that Craig Rivet comes face to face with his old teammates since donning the blue and gold when the Sabres picked him up as a UFA in the off season. As we’ve seen for the last few games that old feistyness that we’ve come to expect from Rivet has once again appeared. What will happen when Rivet comes face to face with his old teammates? Only the hockey gods know but if nothing else it should get interesting.
and I’m not afraid to use it….
So tonight’s game was just, wow….10 goals, the most scored all season and Drew with the hat trick, Timmy with 2 goals, Vanek with number 29 I believe (I’m too tired to check for accuracy), Paetsch with his first on the season, Jaro pulling of his second of the season (Jaro get puck, score goal, win game), Hecht with number 6, and Derek who has been on fire lately.
I have to say that the commentators for Sportsnet were actually good they even went so far as to complement Buffalo a number of times, mainly on their chicken wings. The first image we got of one of their commentators was him chowing down on a chicken wing but I have to question his sanity…what no blue cheese? I’m sorry but if you’re going to eat wings you’ve got to smother them in a healthy dose of blue cheese.
So let’s start with the beginning of the game DREWWWWWWW!!!! my mom turned her back to the TV and because Jennerette wasn’t doing the commentary I had to tell her that he scored she didn’t believe me until they showed the replay 9 seconds SWEET. Then she was on the phone in the kitchen and her only indication of them scoring at 1:11 into the game was the fact that I was sitting on the couch squealing like a pig at a hog tying contest. I couldn’t believe my eyes and I was pretty sure at this point I was hallucinating but hey give me all the ‘shrooms you want if the Sabres keep playing like that I’d be more than willing to spend the rest of the season in a drug induced haze.
I couldn’t believe that they just kept scoring, every time I looked down at my computer to try writing my paper it seemed like they scored again which gave me a good excuse to stop looking down at my computer. This lead to me writing 3 words which I later erased because they were OH MY GOD and this is not a religion or theology paper so they weren’t entirely relevant.
I’m pretty sure everyone by now has seen the shot of Craig Rivet getting hit in the nads with a skate which I’m pretty sure is about equal to having them sliced off with a plastic spoon. Let’s just say that he’s probably going to be singing backup for Bjork for awhile, stick him in a Renaissance flick he could be one of the adolescent choir boys or a eunuch which is scarily appropriate considering the circumstance. I hope Mrs. Rivet doesn’t want anymore children because Craigory’s little swimmers are probably not going to be taking any long vacations any time soon.
Throughout the game Cari and I were texting and repeatedly asking each other if we were dreaming. I told Cari that if she was still dreaming she should keep having Sleeping Beauty Syndrome for the rest of the season and that maybe Derek could be her Prince Charming. If this was all a beautiful dream, which I’m pretty sure it’s not considering I have the nail marks in my arm to prove it, I don’t want to wake up. Speaking of waking up, I’m going to go to bed and hopefully update tomorrow, before I go to school, when my neurons will be firing properly in my brain.
Oh and I don’t know if anyone caught it but with about 3 minutes left in the 3rd the fans still left in the area, coincidentally most were disguised as chairs, started chanting ‘WE WANT 10’. So either they’re really masochistic, have a really bad sense of humor or there were a lot of Buffalo fans in the arena. I like to think it was the latter and that Buffalo fans are pretty much taking over every arena in the league. Okay I’m done now, another game tomorrow, we’ll see how well that one goes, it should be interesting.
Okay, so in reviewing all of my posts since Kim and I started this wonderful little blog, I must say I am quite surprised at myself. I really prided myself on knowing all sorts of stuff about hockey, and really truly say that I am not a puck bunny, but in all honesty, I’ve done nothing to convince you of the sort since, probably, mid-October.
So my New Year’s Resolution for SC is to return to smart and intuitive hockey blogging. I’m still going to gush on my love for the guys, but I’m going to make an earnest effort to supply much more clever blogging.
And I’m hoping that begins now, and continues.
I had no idea that when I turned on the game, not only would I almost miss Matt Ellis’ fourth goal of the season, but I hadn’t a clue that I would be watching Jarkko Ruutu’s best imitation of Tyson v. Holyfield.
(I enjoyed Andrew Peters’ comments on that, as he spouted cliche after cliche. True, he has to hold himself accountable for his own actions, and no doubt knows that if he said something stupid, he’d be in deep, but still. Who didn’t want to hear Petey call out Ruutu and just say, “Yeah, I’m aware we play them again on Saturday, February 7th, and don’t worry, I know Jarkko’s number.” Hopefully the NHL will step in and hold Ruutu accountable for that action, which was not only embarrassing to himself and the Senators, but also the league, and the game in general. And if the NHL doesn’t step in, I’ll be angry, but it wouldn’t surprise me since they all but ignored Denis Gauthier’s sucker punch to Patrick Kaleta, who is still out, mind you, due to that cheap shot.)
But it was nice to see Ellis continue on his little goal streak. Four goals in three games ain’t to shabby if you ask me.
I was slightly disappointed the game lost a lot of it’s intensity after the first period. I know the coaches probably harped on the players to get their heads in the game, cool their tempers, get a grip, blah, blah, blah, but seriously, I had planned on watching a highly spirited game with loads of fisticuffs and all that jazz, you know, seeing as how high emotions were running the last time we faced off against the Sens. But Captain Craig didn’t disappoint in his return, that’s for sure. He all but took on every guy in red and black on the ice, and bloodied up one of them, just because they got too close to Ryan Miller. It’s nice to see someone standing up for Miller and immediately and instinctively jumping the culprit. That’s the leadership this Sabres team has been missing for the past season and a half, give or take the games Rivet was healthy for.
And thankfully that puck tipped by Derek Roy bounced into the net off of Carrie Underwood’s boyfriend Mike Fisher’s skate, or else Miller probably would’ve been kicking himself tonight.
Oh, and anyone else notice how similar Drew Stafford’s little move in front of the Sens’ net was to Jason Pominville’s playoff game winner, way back when? If Roy hadn’t been in the corner and had fed the puck to Staffy, and instead he had broken in all alone, those two goals could possibly have been identical.
There’s one other thing I want to point out: Thomas Vanek’s 27th goal was scored with 26 seconds left. The only thing that could have made it better would be #26 scoring his 26th with 0:26 left. How weird would that be?
So, my stars, for the game, since I haven’t done that since October:
(1) Derek Roy. (Not just because he’s my guy, but because he had a solid night, with one goal and two assists, that goal being the game winner.)
(2) Jason Spezza. (Yes, he’s a Senator, but still, a two goal game is quite impressive, especially when the only guy who scores is one of three who make up half of the scoring for the entire team.)
(3) Ryan Miller. (True, he single-handedly allowed the Senators a chance at a comeback, but if he hadn’t snapped out of whatever funk he had gotten himself into after that second goal, the Sabres would have been in real big trouble.)
Overall, very good game, boys. I’m very impressed at the little streak you’ve put together for yourself, but I’m not holding my breath. We’ll see how it goes on Friday, and we’ll see how happy I am with the NHL in the next couple days.
(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.
Okay, well, actually there are only (wait, let me count on my fingers…) ten Sabres I’m not upset with.
(Oh, and just so you all know, I’m back on the bandwagon. The Bench-Derek-Roy-Bandwagon. I actually never left. I never thought that he was truly himself, even though he did have that hot-streak through the beginning of the month…)
You may ask how I come up with a number like ten, when the whole team played absolutely atrociously yesterday. Well, I reply, only four of those Sabres actually took to the ice last night. The other six are Lalime (who obviously had no control over the game), and the other five had a nice view from the press box: Rivet, Kaleta, Connolly, Peters, and Paetsch.
Now, I’m a little worried about Nate, but honestly, I feel that if he gets in there a couple games, he’ll be alright. It’s just his first game back that’s always terrible, because he’s not in game-form; he’s in practice-form, and I think Lindy forgets that PRACTICE DOES NOT EQUAL GAME PLAY. Whatever. But you will notice that Maxim Afinogenov (sorry, Kim) is not on my list of forgiven Sabres. Yeah. No explanation necessary there.
But my point today is that Adam Mair, Clarke MacArthur, Matt Ellis, and Paul Gaustad are getting all the love in the world from me today. I just adore them.
Adam’s goal was fabulous, and Clarke has just been tearing it up on the stats sheet since he was given a night off, Matty is just working his ass off, and Paul, fresh off a shoulder injury, was hitting everything in sight.
This will be the last thing I’ll say today, as I’m trying to be upbeat as I possibly can about last night’s debacle, and this is surely going to bring down my mood: And while I’m in a Paul Gaustad loving mood right now, this is why I truly believe that Goose should have been named captain:
(And that’s not to bash Craig Rivet; he’s been removed from the dressing room for much of the season, so he really didn’t have much of a chance to have an effect of this team and their attitude. I love Craig, but this team needs some [gosh-darned] leadership, and they need it fast. And I think that leadership lies in the heart of Paul Gaustad.)
So, Loves, Happy New Year!! Don’t do anything too stupid tonight, and be safe! See you all tomorrow after the Winter Classic II!! AHHHHH Brian Campbell time!! =] (I still love him.)
Somebody please make sure that there is defibrillator on hand if Paul plays tonight because I’m pretty sure that my heart’s going to stop beating as soon as I see him in the good old blue and yellow. Word came down that Paul would be evaluated today, after skating on an actual line in practice yesterday, to determine if he would play tonight so everyone please cross your fingers because I could do with a little good news.
Why may you ask am I literally dying for some good news? One we play Washington tonight which means Ovie which is never a good thing (sorry Frostee). Two I’m getting sick which stinks by itself but add to the fact that tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and I’m going to start off the New Year sick doesn’t make me very happy. Three I just got my book list for next semester and because I have to buy a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff and a whole ton of books for my nursing and regular classes the grand total comes out to be around 700 dollars not really something I’m looking forward to. But enough about my stinky life back to hockey:
To Jay McKee’s finger: Hi finger Jay needs you and probably wishes that you would stay attached to his body so please do because we love Jay and want him to continue to be able to play hockey.
To Paul Gaustad’s upper-body injury/face injury: Hi injury you know by now that I love Paul and your being around has caused me to not see him play for the last 5 games and therefore undeniable pain. So while I can appreciate that Paul got you while in practice and therefore doing his joby I and mostly everyone else that I know would really like it if you would go away so that Paul could play tonight. Oh and if you have messed up Paul’s face in anyway know that I will hunt you down and gut you like a fish. (although it may seem impossible there are ways and just let me have my delusions its usually better this way because if not there are all kinds of medications and maybe some institutionalization in my future)
To Patrick Kaleta’s eyes: Hi eyes I know that you took a hit from stupid Denis Gauthier and I know your causing Patrick some problems and while I know none of it is your fault because we all blame that overgrown nancy boy Gauthier it would be really nice if you would allow Patty to see again so that he could play.
To Nathan Gerbe’s shoulder? upper body? whatever?: Gerbe Derby I miss you terribly and I want you BAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK. *goes to cry in the corner and curse out injuries*
To Craig Rivet’s shoulder: Hi shoulder you suck that’s all I have to say. You took away our captain and if how we’ve been playing lately is any indication we would really like him back so that he can use his amazing captain’s powers (which I’m sure he has) to make our guys play well again. These powers include the ability to write inspirational speeches powererful enough to make the manliest man cry, Jaro I’m sure would be blubbering like a baby all the while saying “Jaro sad” over and over and then because no other player wants to see another player cry or they’re just embarrassed for him they go out and play the best game of their lives….SEE, see what you have taken from us injury, damn you.
To Tim Connolly’s broken rib: Well it seems that you have been but one injury in a long line of injuries and when I heard about you all I could do was sit back and laugh because let’s face it you weren’t unexpected. Actually I had a countdown on my wall as to how long after Timmy came back it would take for an injury to appear well congratulations you’re the winner. I think that because of this latest injury Timmy needs to start being wrapped in bubble wrap before he goes out to play hockey and while this may not seem like the best solution who doesn’t love bubble wrap? Seriously I’m sure Man Child I and II (Danny and Clarke) would get the biggest kick out of poking Timmy just to hear the bubbles pop at least it would give them something to do while sitting on the bench. Anyways injury I don’t blame you at all Timmy is just very fragile and I believe that we should steal a bunch of those FRAGILE stickers that people but on boxes when they’re moving and stick them all over his jersey so that people will have warning that before they hit him they are most likely to cause serious injury.
New Year’s Resolution:
To stop swearing so much everyday, but during Sabres game make an exception.
I swear like a trucker most of the time and I really want to stop relying so much on curse words and start expressing myself using my big girl words. I can’t hold to that during the Sabres’ games though because it’s almost impossible not to swear at them repeatedly throughout a game.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and that you spend it with the people you love.
SEE YOU IN 2009!!!!!
The Sabres haven’t played since Saturday and because of this there are some pretty slim pickings when it comes to news to report to the masses. Or in reality the twenty or so people who read this blog on a regular basis. So because of this I had to scour the sports news sites for even the smallest entertaining and/or new information about the Sabres or other teams that I actually care about.
For those of you who have ever set foot in the Buffalo-Niagara International Airport you’re aware of what a happy, fun-filled place it is especially the lost luggage counter. Well tell that to Zenon Konopka the AHL player who got called up by Tampa for Wednesday’s game. He arrived in Buffalo 30 minutes before the game started to discover that the bag containing his pads and skates didn’t arrive with him. So what’s a hockey player to do when his skates and pads don’t arrive? He has to borrow these essential items. So he borrowed shoulder pads from Ryan Malone, shin guards from Gary Roberts and a pair of skates from Jeff Halpern. But trying to wear someone else’s skates proved to be too uncomfortable so after 47 seconds of ice time and a fight Zenon, after the day he had, sat out the rest of the game. Let’s hope he at least wore his own jock strap.
I was babysitting yesterday when Cari called me with news about my poor Paul’s beautiful face. I almost cried even though scars serve to make a man, in my opinion, more rugged and handsome. But still this was Paul and I don’t want my Paul with scars. Paul is my own personal David with the fig leaf for modesty’s sake.
Now I’m hearing the Derby Gerbe is hurt and is out for 10 days to 2 weeks with an upper body injury stemming from him being hit by Jamie Langenbrunner in Saturday night’s game agains the Devils, my poor Speedy. But on an upbeat note, it looks as if everyone’s favorite Boom Boy is going to be back for Wednesday’s game, Kaleta’s been cleared to play after missing the last few weeks with a neck injury.
So now we have Rivet out for at least two weeks with a shoulder injury, Gerbe out for 10 days to 2 weeks with an upper body injury, Timmy out for who knows how long, Paetsch with a missing tooth after being hit with a puck in the mouth and poor Paul being hit in the chin with a puck at the same practice. Ugh…and the injuries start piling up.
Yeah, so I’m sure you all know what’s going on with a certain picture of a certain Derek Roy… But I’m not even going to say I’m sorry for the spread of that picture. You know why? First of all, it’s his own damn fault, secondly, I did nothing wrong, and thirdly, it was with
good intentions the most harmless of intentions possible.
So, Derek, just be glad we took the picture down, although it can be found elsewhere, now, from what I’ve seen…
Oh well. Next time, don’t let your friends violate you in public, let someone else photograph it, and the let them put it on Facebook, where anyone can see it. Namely, me. Because you know I’m giving it to MJ.
Anyways, back to legit hockey blogging.
Toni Lydman is doubtful for tonight, as is Craig Rivet, apparently. So who would get the logical promotion from Portland? Mike Weber, obviously. But I guess he’s been iffy, as far as health is concerned, so then who?
(Lindy doesn’t seem too, too concerned about those issues, but still…)
Marc-Andre Gragnani, in 20 games, has 1 goal and 10 assists; also, he’s a -1 with 16 penalty minutes.
Mike Kostka has 2 goals and 6 assists, also in 20 games, with 6 PIM, and he’s a +8.
Chris Butler’s points and games are the same as Kostka’s, but he is a +2 with 14 penalty minutes.
My Mikey-Poo, Mr. Funk, has been limited to 11 games due to a concussion he suffered the opening day of training camp. But, in those 11 games, he’s netted just 1 goal and 3 assists. He’s racked up 8 penalty minutes and is a +3.
Paul Baier, whom I’m not sure we have rights to?, has 3 points (1-2) in 18 games, with a -2 and 12 PIM.
Weber has played 19 games, has only 2 assists to put towards his point total, and is a +5 with 51 PIM.
Mike Card has been limited to 13 games, most recently due to taking a puck off of his gorgeous face (please don’t need plastic surgery). He’s only got 1 assist, so far, on the year, and is an even 0 on +/-, with 16 penalty minutes.
I’m making my choice with the assumption that Weber is unavailable, fyi…
So, based purely on statistics, I’d probably want to call up Gragnani or Kostka. Based on playing style, comparable to Lydman, I’d probably go with Funk, because when I’ve seen him play in person, he’s physical on the puck, and he can skate. Based solely on the fact that I adore him, I’d call Funker, as well.
But I’m kind of mad at him because he still hasn’t accepted my friendship on Facebook… Then again, neither have Mancari or Dylan Hunter, so idk… What’s with these Portland boys? Don’t they check their Facebook 1,978,234,986 times a day like I do?? Well, at least Gerbe Derby does…
Anyways, I’ve come to the conclusion that blogging purely on the game is kind of boring. I like being ridiculous way, way, way too much.
I’m throwing this out there:
Tommy, what the hell were you thinking when this picture was taken?? I’m not even going to talk about that RIDICULOUS hat.
Um, and what are you doing in that area of Buffalo???
Hmm, well, Shelby, that’s for you.
But anyways, the Panthers? Stephen Weiss? Gregory Campbell? Not too intimidated. But Derek, seriously, forget that your friends with the later. Please. No nice guys tonight.
So I guess I’ll miss probably half of the game. I’ve decided that if they’re winning, maybe I won’t watch the rest of it?? Because, I don’t know, maybe it’s me. I kind of take it personally when the Sabres are sucking, and get all bummed and mope around the house… I swear, if I slit my wrists, I’d covered in blue and gold goo. So maybe I won’t watch/listen, just to see if that works… But I don’t know if I can hold out like that. I’ve never intentionally ignored a game…
We’ll see. Go Sabes!
Last night, when the Sabres came storming out of the gate, I came up with a really nifty idea for my post-game post. AND THEN DEREK SCORED, and that post became a little bit better.
BUT THEN THOSE IDIOTS FELL APART AGAIN.
So my plan was shot to hell, and my heart shattered, and now I don’t even know where to begin.
Well, I’ll begin with Tim Connolly, I suppose.
I’m seriously worried about this guy. Like, even though I don’t like to talk to my inside-the-Sabres source too, too much, because he really drives me crazy, I’m seriously tempted to call him and find out what’s going on. BUT, I don’t think he’d be able to tell me, but idk. If I decide it’s worth him pestering me all the time, I’ll give The Boy a call. Until then, we can speculate.
This is what Lindy had to say:
“Here’s what I’ll rule out: It has absolutely nothing to do with concussion; it has absolutely nothing to do with vertebrae. It’s brand new.
“It’s an injury that I don’t want to explain. It’s a tough one, and I don’t want to explain it. I give him a lot of credit for muscling his way through one game. If it was a groin injury, I’d tell you a groin because nobody’s going to go after his groin. If it’s an injury where I really think somebody could target, you don’t say anything.”
IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP ME COPE, LINDY??? BECAUSE IT’S NOT WORKING. Now, I’ll be the first person to rag on Timmy when he gets a stupid injury, or if he misses practice, or if he’s found passed out on the floor of the Snooty Fox, but in all actuality, I LOVE HIM TO DEATH. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. It’s embarrassing at times, yes, but even Danny Paille admitted that he has NKOTB on his iPod. Close enough.
And he thinks it’s that bad, to the point that it’s something that would make him a target?? Now, again, I’ll be the first person to say that Timmy won’t be here come July of 2010, BUT HE’S MY TIMMY. DON’T HURT HIM. Or you’ll quickly find yourself on my Hockey Player Hit List. I’ll have to tell you about it someday, but most of the people on it are there for knocking Tim into the next season.
Seriously, though, while reviewing a bunch of stuff for my Medical Terminology class, I decided to try to figure out what’s really wrong with Tim. The only things “musculoskeletal” that I could come up with, having to deal with the upper body, that could present itself as “a bruised chest,” were the following:
– BROKEN OR FRACTURED RIBS. That’s any crack or break, anywhere on the bone of a rib. They usually take 1-2 months to completely heal, since there’s nothing that can be done by a human to have any effect, really.
– COSTOCHONDRAL SEPARATION. These are a little more touchy. This occurs when the bone of the rib, in the middle ribs, separates from the cartilage attaching it to the sternum. Treatment for this can take up to 12 weeks, possibly more.
– The other possibility I can think of would be a cracked sternum. This would take a ridiculously long time to heal, just because of the thickness and strength of the bones in that area: the manubrium (the flatter, rounder, top portion of the sternum), the sternum, the xiphoid process (the small, pointy, lowest portion of the sternum), the ribs, and the clavicles. They’re very strong, and because of their function, it would take them a good amount of time to heal, and to heal properly.
I think the most likely would be the costochondral separation. But, since Tim’s injury is presenting as a bruised chest, I want to say that there’s at least one break or fracture. The break in a bone and leaking of bone marrow would give the appearance of a bruise.
I don’t know, though. It’s difficult to say. It really could be a number of things. Plus, I’m not too sure, just because Lindy’s scared. And if Lindy’s worried, then I definitely am.
Sorry I was boring you with medical talk. It actually allows me to study while I post, which is weird, and I’ll never do it again, I promise…
On to the Derek Roy Report.
Derek actually woke up this morning. SHOCKING. Because after that game, if I were him, I would’ve skipped this week, not last.
– Oh, hey! He’s talking about The System!! Another shock!
– He’s excited to play the Flyers, because of Marty and that like puke.
– He said that the practices can be short (45 minutes), up to 75-90 minutes.
– They are not allowed to have their cell phones on the ice.
– Has he ever checked out Rivet’s six-pack. “Is that serious? Yeah, he’s built.”
– If he could live forever, what would he live for? “For my family.” SUPER CUTE. MAJOR POINTS.
– He gets a Big Extra Meal with a side of chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce at McDonald’s.
– Derek doesn’t know what he’ll be wearing to Level on Saturday, and says he won’t be dancing.
– Funniest fan story? “I don’t know… Let me get back to you on that one.”
– How is Kyle? “He’s good, he’s good.” Apparently he wants his own show on Kiss.
THAT WAS LAME, TOO.
BUT WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO WORK WHEN COOL THINGS HAPPEN? KISS IS THROWING A PARTY FOR DEREK AT LEVEL NIGHT CLUB ON SATURDAY. That’s bull. I’m pissed. I mean, I suppose I could go after work, but of course my friend would have to be coming home from school on Saturday and she wants our group to go out for midnight pie, since that’s a bit of a tradition with us. And I’m not so sure if I said to this friend, “LET’S GO CLUBBING ‘CAUSE PRINCESS D IS OUT,” she’d be down with it. Sad.
And to the girl who asked D if Craig has a six-pack?? WAY TO MAKE HIM SEEM EVEN MORE GAY. I’m pretty sure all the guys do in the locker room is check each other out. BUT, I do think I should e-mail Janet and include Derek’s chunky monkey pic, and have her ask him if he has a six-pack, and when he says “yes,” confront him with that gem. Think it would work??
But I’d love to Craig’s six-pack any day. Hell, I’d pay to see it.
Yeah, that’s right, Craig. Because Derek said that on the air, you’re going to be hit on by teenagers and college students across Western New York. And all they’ll want to see are your abs. I can’t say I blame them, though.
Oh, and hey! While the Sabres can’t win, I’M SO GLAD THE PIRATES CAN. Thank God that one of my teams is playing consistantly. And you should definitely go seen the renovations Anne and S(h)ara have done to Sabretooth’s House. They’re glorious.
Alright, kids. I’m out. And by out, I mean at the dining room table, still studying, instead of going out in the 30-degree, snowy weather. So, stay warm, loves. And if anyone hears anything about Timmy, txt me, please?? Thanks dears!!