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The trade deadline is Wednesday and for now it all comes down to who stays and who goes. Now I’m not going to get into any great theories about who we should get and who should go because, let’s face it, I’m not managment for the Sabres and they probably know a whole hell of a lot more than I can ever hope to about what they’re looking for.
However, there is one thing that I do know for certain, Max needs to go. Now I love Max don’t get me wrong but the man has been nothing but a waste of roster space for the last two seasons, performing well below average. In an interview Max claimed that he has been ready to play since the middle of February but Ruff hasn’t put him in the line up, well needless to say it’s the beginning of March and Max hasn’t set foot out on the ice in a playing capacity. I’ll be sad to see Max go, he was my first Sabres love and you never forget your first love, but it’s time that he was put out to greener pastures or at least given to another team for a bag of pucks or maybe a pretty new pair of gloves or some skates.
It would have killed me a few years ago to admit that Max needs to go but right now he’s using up valuble roster space that could go to a player who’s actually going to play and who’s going to play well. Instead of trading for another player how about we get some draft picks and we bring up one of the guys from Portland to fill Max’s skates?
I get the text updates from the Sabres and if you do too you know the sinking feeling you get when a new text pops up on the screen. The texts can mean just about anything ranging from someone’s hurt, someone’s been called up from the minors, that the new mini pucks are on sale and come tomorrow or Wednesday who’s been put up on the chopping block.
Now yesterday, because the new mini pucks go on sale on Sundays, I saw I had a text message as I was sitting in the upper room in my church. Now let’s just say that I forgot about the whole mini puck thing and I was ready to scream when I saw the text because I thought for sure it was going to bring me bad news that I was not prepared to handle, such as the trading of beloved Pie or Staffy or someone equally as precious to my heart.
Now I’m in school all day tomorrow and I have a feeling if something’s going to happen it’s going to go down tomorrow and I will inevitably be sitting in class when the news of a trade breaks. Let’s just put it this way there are going to be a lot of inquisitive stares directed my way if I’m in class when it happens. They’re going to be wondering why all of a sudden I have a death grip on my phone, why I’m making high keening noises and I’m screaming why, why, over and over again. I’m sure they’re going to suspect that I’ve experienced some kind of psychotic breakdown.
Whatever happens in the next two days it’s inevitable that someone’s going to go. However, how many people get traded is still up in the air and who we’re going to get for said tradees remains to be seen. But one thing is for certain things are going to change but whether it’s for the better or for the worse I guess we’ll figure that out Wednesday night.
Again, I realize I’ve been a terrible blogger, but once again I fell (sort of) ill, and was helping Kim house/dog sit at a house where they don’t have wireless internet. I therefore had to become a “bandwidth theif” as my brother likes to call them, and had to leech off their neighbors, which didn’t work out too well. I was able to change my Facebook status, check my email, and IM my brother for about a minute, and then I gave up trying to find a wireless connection that didn’t require a password. FAIL.
But the Sabres? PASS!!!
(But that doesn’t mean you, Derek Roy, because you most definitely need to SHOOT.)
Seriously, though?? How good has this team been? And I’ll be the first to admit that I expected to lose that game last night. I didn’t think that, having just traveled cross-country the day before, and having just played the Western Conference teams, that the Sabres would have the energy. And really, who could blame them had they not? Not only that, though, but we were playing Toronto. Now, I know the Leafs aren’t exactly daunting when you consider the standings, but I’ve gone to more than my fair share of Buffalo/Toronto games to know that they’re crazy ridiculous. It’s usually a very high-tempo, spirited game between the players, as well as the battles in the stands.
But last night? Were the Sabres playing some high school team from Toronto? Because that was probably the worst example of a game between such bitter rivals that I’ve ever witnessed. I didn’t mind it at all, don’t get me wrong. I’m just saying it was, well, a disappointment of sorts. I miss those really rough and tumble Leaf games that Rob Ray and Brad May were reminiscing of…
Anyways, back to my point.
Drew Stafford. Sick goal, babe. There’s really nothing else I can say about it. And that interview was just precious. I looked over at Kim while he was talking and just said, “Kim, my friend, this is what I want in a man. A really dry, witty sense of humor, from a guy who doesn’t give a damn what people think about him, and just tells it like it is. That’s what I want.” Well, alright, maybe he should give a damn, but you know what I mean… I hope.
Thomas Vanek. What is there left to say? This man is outrageous. He never ceases to amaze me. I thought for sure he was going to try to deke on his one goal, but that sniper, top shelf, totally caught me off guard. Wow, Tommy… Wow. And to think, we almost lost you. I almost hate to think where we might be right now if we had… Whew, I just got chills, actually…
Tim Connolly. The man is on FIRE. 5 goals in 5 games; in the 12 games since his latest return from injury, he has 8 goals and 11 points, which gives him 18 points in 18 games on the season. Nice. This is why we need this guy healthy and in the lineup. It is essential. Enough said.
Ryan Miller. Hot. Damn. Love this guy. I love shut outs. They’re fantastic, and he’s fantastic.
And do you know what else is FANTASTIC??
Not only did Teppo hit the ice again last night, but Jaro and Jochen will be back on Fridayyyyyy!!!! (Can you tell I’m excited?)
Okay, so in regards to the title, I have a story to tell. Now, I’m not going to lie, I feel like I have to share this story because Anne, from Sabretooth’s House, mentioned that the Leafs have some damn good looking fans.
I can definitely attest to that.
Last March, over Spring Break, I traveled to Tampa, Florida with my brother and Kim to hit the beach (and take in a Tampa/Washington game, of course). On the way back to Buffalo, though, is when I had the most fun.
Whilst waiting in the baggage-check line in the Tampa airport, I happened to notice a svelte young man further down the line, holding goalie sticks and a hockey bag. So that peaked my interest immediately (okay, so maybe I do have jersey chaser tendencies). But what kinda killed it at the same time… He was wearing a Leafs hat.
Now, the Sabres were playing Boston that evening, and if you all remember, it was quite the effort for the Sabres to get into the playoffs, and we needed help from other teams. I can’t really remember if Toronto was in the running at all, but I don’t really have the time to look into right now either.
But what I did was try my hardest for him to overhear me loudly talking about the Sabres in line. And in the terminal, as he was on our flight.
If, though, you think back to my post when Kim and I were in Boston (a bit ironic, don’t you think?), I’m not the confrontational type.
So, even though he walked onto the plane right behind us, and I’m sure he heard me, he didn’t say a word. I was a tad bit disappointed, but I got over it.
My brother didn’t want to sit with us on the plane, which was fine by me, so Kim and I went to the last row on one side, and he to the other (we flew Southwest). Kim took the window seat, so I took the middle one, because there were just too many people on the flight to be stingy and leave a seat open. This cute little old man sat down next to me because there was only one other empty seat (next to hot Toronto fan) and he allowed his wife to sit there with the fine young gentleman.
But, like I said, he was a gentleman. Goalie got up from his seat, approached the man who had sat next to me, and said, “Sir, would you like to sit with your wife?”
I DIED. I do a lot of that, I’m sure you’ve noticed. I have more lives than a cat.
So I watched whatever movie he was watching on the way home, and while at the baggage claim, Kim scoped out his baggage for his name. I forget what it is though… Something with Thomas, but I don’t remember if that was his first name or last name.
That was a fun day.
And then I saw him at UB like, two weeks later. And he said hey and smiled like he remembered me. Weird.
So that was story time. Be sure to check out the Tim Connolly and Mike Milbury drama over at Puck Daddy. Pretty entertaining shit.
So, I don’t really have anything to say. I’m pretty wiped out because of driving in the snow, shoveling, and being at school all day after four hours of sleep.
But I do have this.
Enjoy, loves. You know I do.
Oh, and like I said on Twitter, if this game against the Flames shows even a fraction of the effort on the Sabres’ part as they put forth last night, I will be one happy girl. That was, as Kim alluded to, a damn fine game.
But like I said, here you go.
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.
Wow. What a Buffalo sports
weekend Thursday and Friday (You can’t tell me yesterday didn’t feel like a Saturday. No? Well it did to me, but then again, I’m used to four-day weekends.).
Let me first touch on the Sabres/Stars game.
I kid you not, I was seriously going to turn the game off when it became 3-0, Dallas. I mean, my brother had already vacated the room, my father had fallen asleep in his recliner, and my mother had picked up her Stephen King novel. At that point, what’s a girl to do? Her family has “abandoned” her, and the only love(s) in her life weren’t measuring up.
And don’t even get me started on how angry I was with Drew Stafford. Seriously? How do you get in the box twice in one period and then how do the Sabres allow them to score twice?? Honestly, I didn’t think there would be a doghouse big enough to fit Drew in at that moment. And I really did not envy the ensuing brunt of Lindy’s anger, either.
But then Paul Gaustad came along.
Kim, I know that Paul is your favorite and all, but I love him. I’ve definitely fallen for him (at least until tonight’s game).
So it was all good during our little comeback. We came within one goal, thanks to Jochen Hecht, but then we allowed the Stars to pull ahead a bit more, which was extremely disconcerting to my feeble heart.
But, then again, cue Paul Gaustad!! Seriously, this guy knows how to make a girl’s heart flutter.
And I could barely contain myself when I thought Jaro Spacek had scored, but then was even more excited to find out that it was, in fact, Clarke MacArthur! There we had it, folks. A tie game, headed to overtime.
But you all know how much I hate overtime. And I hate the shootout even more. Don’t get me wrong; it’s entertaining as hell. I just don’t have the patience/strength to endure it.
I really thought Tim Connolly would help a girl out and win the game for us, but no. Anyways, what can I expect from a guy who had all but concluded his 10th game of the season? And can I just say that when Jere Lehtinen beat Ryan Miller in the shootout, I feared all hope was lost? But then Derek Roy rescued me from the depths of despair (yes, I’m being dramatic), and Jason Pominville (who I’ve taken to calling JPom for some reason…) put the nail in the coffin.
I have a flair for the dramatic. That’s why I love games like these. And wasn’t it just adorable to see the guys pushing, shoving, and punching each other at the end? They were just so happy!
Note to the Sabres: See how happy you are when you win? And when you’re happy, your body produces more serotonin. And when you’re producing more serotonin, you’ll probably play better. Which means you’ll win more. See where I’m going with this??
Oh, and congratulations goes to Craig Rivet, who put up his 200th career point with his assist on Gaustad’s first goal of the game.
So guys, let’s keep the serotonin flowing tonight, eh?
But on to the Bandits game, where there was an overabundance of serotonin.
23 goals??? Seriously???
For those of you who don’t know, last night was my first Bandits game. I’m a big lacrosse fan, and when they used to show the games on Empire back in the day, I’d watch them. But now they’re not televised (that I know of), so I never get to see them.
But the Bandits sure know how to instill false expectations in a girl.
So we all know that Derek Roy is my favorite Sabre, and that Trent Edwards is my favorite Bill (sort of by default). But I needed a favorite Bandit. So, who do I choose? Mark Steenhuis. The reason, you may ask? Well, there’s a few. He has ridiculously hair, which is basically the reason I fell for Tim Connolly during his Sabres introductory press conference. He also was born in Niagara Falls (Ontario), so he’s basically a hometown boy. And he has bright orange sneakers, which is just fabulous. It doesn’t hurt that his adorable son has his hair.
Little did I know that I’d walk away with my adopted favorite Bandit scoring 13 points. Eight goals and five assists. Um… What??
Yeah. Pretty much the best first Bandits game. Ever. Maureen (Kim’s mom) probably hates me now, because whenever she can’t go to a sporting event, I take her ticket. And whenever I take her ticket, they (usually the Sabres) win. And in spectacular fashion. So last night fit the mold perfectly.
Kim just looked up some factoids on her phone as I was writing this:
That game (in which the final score was 23-6) now holds the Rochester Knighthawk’s records for most goals against and most lopsided loss. Pretty sweet, right?
But at one point during the game, the guy who sits next to Kim just looked at us, dumbfounded, and said, “So, tomorrow, when I want to read about this game, should I look on the sports page, or in the obituaries?”
Damn good question, Aaron. I think the latter would be more appropriate.
Well anyways, Kim and I are finally getting to a game-day skate today, barring any unforeseen occurrences in the next half hour. I’ll put up some pictures before I go fulfill my duties to the work-world.
Remember how I said I didn’t want to know anything about last night’s game until it was over, and I was at home, peacefully watching the game from the initial puckdrop, only after I enjoyed my evening being serenaded by Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal?
Yeah, well… That didn’t happen.
Yes, I did have a wonderful evening at Shea’s, watching my favorite musical ever (RENT! Go see it!), but I couldn’t stay away from the Sabres. I couldn’t resist.
During intermission, no matter how much Kim protested, because I made her promise to not let me, I pulled out my cell phone and checked the score.
“Ehh… Not bad.” It was 0-0.
A moment later, Kim nudges me: “Al scored!” Cool deal.
But then, a few minutes later, 2-1 Chicago. Um, what? Excuse me?
Cue “Seasons of Love,” and the powering-down of the phone.
So then, once the play was over and we were crossing a slush-covered Main Street (Sorry, Britt, but your boots have salt marks on them now. I’m trying my best to get them off!), I again, couldn’t resist, so I checked the damage. And damage is right. It was 4-1 at that point.
Needless to say, after listening to the third period on the radio on the way home, and then my brother admitting to me that we blew a six-minute power play, I was less than thrilled.
The only part of the game I watched were the last few minutes that I caught upon entering the house, and I watched Stafford’s hit on Keith this morning, just to see if it really was all that bad. And it wasn’t. Unfortunate that he struggled after the hit, but it was clean, and the way Ben Eager reacted was absolutely ridiculous. I understand sticking up for your teammate, but do it, and then let it go. The hit was clean.
And Ben Eager is going to get himself a reputation if he keeps behaving and talking trash like that… Well, not that he doesn’t already, or anything.
I only hope that the game I will actually see will be better.
But can someone seriously explain to me what is going through Lindy Ruff’s mind right now/last night? Why on Earth was Butler sitting in the press box? He’s been one of the best defensemen on this team since he arrived in Buffalo, and there is no reason good enough to satisfy me as to why he shouldn’t be in the lineup.
Okay. Now that I sort of got my ranting out of the way (seriously, though–go see Rent), I can just say Go Sabres, and hopefully we’ll
beat the Stars play well this evening.
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.
So, is Paul really coming back tonight?? I’m not entirely sure. Yes, I’d like to think so, but since I didn’t get to morning skate like I had hoped (Kim, it’s not your fault), I have no idea if he was even skating, because no reports have come back yet.
Whatever, though. I’m sure we’re going to have a difficult enough time with Ovie and the Caps tonight anyways, with or without Goose. Not that I don’t want him to come back tonight or anything, because I do. I really, really do. But I’m not sure throwing him into the lineup instead of Matt Ellis is really going to make that much of a difference tonight.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHYYYYYYYY!!!!???!?!?!??! I mean, I’m super duper excited that Paul and Gerbe Derby! are going to be back, BUT PATTY K???? SERIOUSLY??? WAAAAAA. Totally ruins my somewhat-decent mood.
And as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, I’ve really, really, REALLY gotten away from constructive, objective, and even smart hockey blogging. I’m hoping I can change that tonight, as I will be home with my mother, watching the game, with absolutely NO DISTRACTIONS, except for my cat, meowing for more food, which she will not get. So I’d like to liveblog tonight, but we’ll see how that goes, since I have this tendency lately to not do what I set out to do…
But let me get to the point that I’ve been meaning to for days. (See what I mean?)
DREW STAFFORD. (But really, when is my point something other than he or Derek Roy? BTW, has anyone noticed that there has not been one inkling of juicy Sabres news since those pictures surfaced? Boooooooo!!)
So remember when I was explaining my love for Drew, and how he almost beat out Derek to be my favorite? Yeah, well this explains it all:
As I stated yesterday, I purchased the 2008-2009 Buffalo Sabres Yearbook. Now, I thoroughly enjoyed reading most of the players “Off The Ice” profiles, but some of them were just plain boring and useless.
Drew’s, on the other hand, was a masterpiece. A masterpiece which Monet, Picasso, van Gogh, da Vinci, and Michelangelo would become teary-eyed in front of, and would worship for the rest of their now meaningless lives.
What did you do this summer? Took power skating class
Favorite vacation spot: Minnesota
Ehh, nothing too, too interesting, but it says that he’s a responsible, home-town boy. I can respect that.
Pet’s name: Dog (Gonzo), frog (Butters)
Ummmmmm… WHAT? Okay, Gonzo is cute and all, but why? And BUTTERS? I don’t even want to know the story behind that one… But I think it’s cute that he has a frog. I remember when I was little, my mom’s friend Penny and her husband Al (who everyone calls Jake… weird) lived out in Arcade, and we used to go out there for bonfires and stuff, and I used to run around and fill these gigantic buckets with frogs and toads. And now that I think about that, that’s kind of gross, and I’m sorry, I’m rambling again, and I’ll get back to the point. Those names are just…. odd.
Favorite athlete: Brett Farve before his attempt at a comeback
YES!! Cynicism and witt!! My favorites!
Favorite food: Chipotle
Favorite band: Invisible Children
Okay, cocky, conceited, and self-centered? Sure, but at least he’s consistent.
Favorite actor/actress: Brad Pitt, Mila Kunis
Favorite TV show: Tim and Eric
AHHHHHHH Adult Swim. Drew, ily.
Favorite movie: Gladiator
First car: 1999 Ford Explorer
Hobbies: Shredding, cooking, calculating breakdowns, hunting and gathering
Um, Drew? Have I ever told you that I love very strange and obscure senses of humor? Oh, I didn’t? Well I do. And did I mention that I find those senses of humor to be extremely attractive? NO? Oh… Well…
If I wasn’t a hockey player I’d be: an orthopedic surgeon
Okay, as much as I adore you–which is a lot, I don’t think I’d be very comfortable with you operating on me… Yeah, no.
Best friend in the NHL: Zach Parise
Favorite book: James Patterson novels
Pet peeves: Toadies, weasels, gremlins, and bad drivers
Oh, Drew… What are we going to do with you?
Most influential person in your life: Myself
Alright, that’s either super existential, or you’re extremely cocky and arrogant. I’m going to believe the former, because I think that’s definitely more interesting and becoming of you.
Best way to describe me: Normal
Drew, Drew, Drew… Can I dump Derek and marry you instead? Please? You know where to find me…
Anyways… Go Sabres!! xoxo
But, at the moment, I really feel that it’s more important and vital to my life that I post, instead of study for my three exams in the next three days. That’s what tomorrow is for, right??
No, I don’t procrastinate or anything…
If you’re as ridiculous as I am when it comes to the Sabres, then I’m sure you’ve already watched this week’s installment of the Sabres Show… twice.
And I know I rag on Drew Stafford a lot, but I really, really like him. No, really, I do. Like, when I was deciding who to love instead of Tim Connolly last season, Drew was definitely in the mix. Actually, it was Drew, Derek, Patty K, Danny, Jason, and Nathan. Then I knocked Nate and Jason out, and eventually Danny and Pat, so really, Drew is my second choice.
Now that I think about it, Drew is actually more my type. Derek is too much like me… Whatever, though. I adore them both. But really, I chose Princess D because it’s more likely that he’d be here longer. I’m in this for the long haul, you know? Not that Drew won’t be, but it’s more likely he’d leave before Derek.
Again, I keep telling you things that you probably don’t really have all that much interest in. And again, I apologize, but just appease me and let me rant and go on tangents, and the world will be okay.
BUT BACK TO MY POINT… Not that I ever established one. OH WAIT. DREW STAFFORD.
That video… I mean, the part where he’s playing drums… OMGAH it just takes me back to the time when my older brother had a band while he was in high school. I fell for every single one of his drummers, which was two. Nick, his once best friend, was the drummer for years. And then Jeff, his now best friend, I guess, came along as the singer, but he’s an even better drummer, so there. I have a thing for drummers.
I love a guy who can have fun like that.
Even if he does let his lady friend wear his mustache:
DREW I WANNA WEAR YOUR MUSTACHE. =[[[[[
Alright. Now that I’ve gotten my daily hissy fit out of the way, I’m going to go make some lunch, and go to work, where I will (hopefully) get some studying done.
Peace out, girl (and guy) scouts.
Okay, so I don’t have a ton of time, mostly because I have to leave in about an hour for class, and I just rolled out of bed. But I wanted to post today, and since, after class, I’m crashing on the couch for a couple hours, and then leaving, this is my only opportunity.
I have one thing, and one thing only to say about the whole Ryan Miller getting cussed out by the ref situation: If a player can’t say shit to a ref without getting the book thrown at them, no way in hell should a ref be able to say boo to a player. That’s like, say, I felt like calling a teacher of mine an effing [w]itch to her face, which prompts her to give me detention, and then she proceeds to call me the same. Nuh uh. I don’t think so.
But Jay, on Caroline’s last post, brought out something interesting:
(This comes straight from the NHL rule book, mind you.)
If, through misadventure or sickness, the Referees and Linesmen appointed are prevented from appearing, the League will make every attempt to find suitable replacement officials, otherwise,the Managers or Coaches of the two Clubs shall agree on Referee(s) and Linesman(men). If they are unable to agree, they shall appoint a player from each side who shall act as Referee and Linesman; the player of the home Club acting as Referee and the player of the visiting Club as Linesman.
Gee, I think I’d want someone awesome to be ref for us. At first, I was thinking Patty K could be ref. But then I decided against that, as if he weren’t ref, he could run whoever he wanted on the ice…
So I’m not really too sure… Probably Stafford… He’s kinda deviant and seems like he’d be a huge rule-breaker… So I think he’d be a good “slanted” ref, don’t you?
I’d pay to ever see that happen. But seriously, what would it take to off the refs minutes before puckdrop?
Alright. That’s about all of the hockey commentary you’re going to get out of me at 7:45 in the morning.
So here’s a beautiful picture, instead:
Drew, just promise me that if you were made ref for a game, you either would call a game your mother would be proud of, or you’ll force her not to watch as you’ll be completely one-sided and unsportsmanlike throughout. And I’m sure she didn’t bring you up like that, so I’m going to prefer the later.
BUT HEY LOOK!!! YOU’RE ACTUALLY SMILING!!
And I’ll be smiling tonight, as Britt and I will be sitting here:
I would’ve circled it and written all over it, but I don’t have Paint on my computer, and I don’t have time to figure out which program allows me to do that. Sorry, but you get the gist.
So we’ll be behind Miller twice, and then behind, I’m assuming, Mike Smith for the second.
We’d better see some hits in front of us like the one Gaustad threw the other night, and we’d better see some awesome saves and some beautiful goals (I know, I’m asking for a lot). Actually, I just hope they play well and win for the home crowd.
And that you look for us.