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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.
Okay so we all know how bad last night’s game was well until the third period at least which is why I’m grateful that my mom and I were in Rochester for the Bandits’ game. Who by the way lost in overtime, hey sound familiar? Now not to rag on Buffalo sports, but seriously it’s like they don’t want me to be happy. On a side note: MAXXX you make me happy and Paul and Pie and that’s about it at this point.
Because I was at the Bandit’s game last night Cari and S(h)ara were texting me updates the whole night to the never ending glee of the guy sitting next to me, who also happened to be a rabid Sabres fan. At one point, when Max scored, I got so excited that my phone flew out of my hands and into his lap where he saw the text I was sending S(h)ara something like “Max my heart my soul thrives only for you” or something equally ridiculous. Needless to say he made fun of me the rest of the night for obsessively checking my cell phone asking me if “my heart” had scored anymore goals. Max score two goals in one night? Perish the thought.
Now I’m not sure how many of you have any idea how much of a rivalry there is between the Bandits and the Rochester Knighthawks, lets just say that it pretty much equals the rivalry between Ottawa and the Sabres. Unfortunately, and much to my disappointment, Brandon Francis our new go to fighter got scratched so things weren’t getting nearly as interesting as usual. The Bandits’ lost mainly because we couldn’t seem to keep the ball out of our end and the Knighthawks defense kept shutting down the Bandits’ best goal scorer, and Cari’s Bandits sweetie, Mark (Whose House?) Steenhuis. It was a heartbreaking loss especially against a team who we had no problem beating the last time we played them, it ended up being 23 to 6 in favor of the Bandits. I do however have a new shirt idea for the next time we play Rochester a guy walking up the stairs had a Fuck The Knighthawks t-shirt on. Well in an effort to keep everything PG I figure I’ll make a T-Shirt that says Pluck the Hawks, it both gets the point across and won’t offend anyone, well except maybe Knighthawks fans.
Oh and thanks to the lovely Clare from All Hawks Hockey I have my new summer project. I try to undertake at least one large project over the summer, last year it was scrapbooking all my pictures from my family’s trip to California. This year it’ll be to create a wall of pictures mounted on plaks (and as Clare pointed out no this isn’t spelled wrong) to hang on my bedroom wall at home. These pictures are going to be hockey related and I’m going to need some help because, if you don’t know it already, I have dial up at home so therefore to search for pictures takes an unbelievably long time. I’m asking any of our readers to send me their favorite pictures of hockey players regardless of the team the player might come from, I’m trying to broaden my horizons, and I’ll pick the best ones to put on my wall. The pictures can be anything action shots, stylized, posed, ones you’ve personally taken, ‘borrowed’ from other people, gotten off google whatever the point is that I’d appreciate any help you guys could give me in the picture department. My email address is email@example.com. Thanks guys (in the generic sense).
I need a few days to recover from the two losses so I’m going to go watch the first two periods of last nights game that we DVRed basically forgetting that hockey has a third period and that the Sabres used it to fall apart.
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.
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.
That’s him on the left.
Today marked the halfway point in the Sabres season and before tonights game they were dead even in wins and losses with 20 each counting shootout and overtime losses. Tonight’s game was also the 4th win in a row for the Sabres putting them at 4-0 since the New Year if this streak continues the Sabres can say hello to a playoff spot (let’s hope) because as it stands right now they are tied with Carolina for 7th place in the Eastern conference.
As the guy in the booth at the parking ramp said tonight it was an important win for the Sabres tonight because tomorrow we play (shudder, cringe) Detroit who we haven’t played at all this season and who I’m not looking forward to playing at all for obvious reasons mainly Henrik Zetterberg and Ty Conklin (why is it that we get rid of a player and they do fantastically on another team it’s got to be part of the Buffalo curse I tell you).
Well I’m attending the blogger get together tomorrow so for those of you who are going it’ll be nice to put a blog with a face I look forward to meeting you.
(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.)
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
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!!!!!
I’m going to take the time this gloomy, windy Sunday afternoon in “wild Western New York” to write thank you notes while watching the Bills game, as well as write a few needed letters to deserving ones across the NHL.
I don’t know what has gotten into you, but it has got to stop. I mean, it’s bad enough that you didn’t score on Monday for my birthday, but then you completely forgot to get me a present either for my 20th or Christmas, you don’t make up for it against Washington, and then you play as terribly as you did last night to top it off? Puh-lease. Derek, I don’t know what to do about you. I figured when Kim saw you across the street from the mall on Tuesday that you were, for sure, going shopping for me, but I guess you were just indulging yourself. But just let me say this: If I find out that you were eating lots and lots of Christmas cookies and turkey, instead of tofu brownies and tofurkey, you’re in trouble Mister. And truly, if you refuse to shoot the puck–especially on a two-on-one–on Tuesday, I’m breaking up with you again. And believe me, I’ll do it.
So I see you’re now on the third line… That upsets me. Not because you’re on the third line due to injury, but because you’re hurt. And it’s obvious. You weren’t taking strides if it wasn’t necessary, and you don’t seem to have that burst of intensity that you had a couple weeks ago. I’ll make you some cookies and leave them on your doorstep. Maybe that will help. But, on second thought, Ashley might not appreciate some random girl baking cookies for her man. I’ll leave that up to her, then. But seriously, though, get well soon, Tommy. The Sabres need Atlas.
To Paul and Patty K:
I saw you two last night. Paul, you looked positively smashing in your black suit. Very nice. But Pat? What was with the beanie? I mean, I know that it’s cold in the arena, and yeah, you looked cute, but still… It kind of defeats the purpose of wearing a suit and tie if you’re going to put a winter hat on indoors. Whatever, though. I still enjoyed knowing that you were sitting directly behind me.
Hoping for you speedy return, Cari
Dear Portland Pirates,
I apologize that the Sabres’ injury woes have hurt your position in the standings. Because once we took Mark Mancari from you, I believe in his absence, you only won two games. Sorry. And to make it worse, we now have Nate and Tim, which is only making a difficult situation worse.
Again, sorry. ❤ Cari
To Timmy C, I love and miss you. What’s happening? Are you still hurt? Are you dead? Have you taken up residence in Childrens’ Hospital, drawing with the children? Because that would be cute. But you could also have taken up residence at the bar at SoHo, drowning your sorrows in bottles of Skyy Vodka or Southern Comfort, and then going home with a different girl each night to disguise the pain… But I’d like to think of you as a really good human being, so I’m going to believe the former. Yeah.
To Timmy K, YAYYY!! I was so excited to read, as Kim pulled into my driveway last night, that you had been called up! And then you were in the starting lineup? Ahhhhh-mazing! I’m so proud of you, Shirley Temple! You played well last night, so we’ll see how the rest of your stay with the Sabes goes.
You’re an asshole.
Dear Jay McKee,
I hope your finger can be saved. I don’t like to think of amputations, in general, but especially not when they jeopardize the career of one of my all-time favorite hockey players, let alone Sabres. I just can’t imagine a McKee-less NHL. And I don’t want to see it anytime soon.
Best wishes, Cari
Maybe breaking your foot will teach you to not block shots from your teammates. I’ll miss you, Bedroom Eyes.
To all hockey players,
I had other letters to write, but I just can’t remember them at the moment. I keep getting distracted by the sounds of tree branches snapping and the Bills game. So I’m going to go watch the game, and I’ll come back, possibly with a few more letters, tomorrow. Love…