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That was pitiful, I asked my mom if I could gnaw off my arm and use the bloody stump to beat myself over the head with, she said no because all the blood might scare the kids who were sitting behind us. Needless to say I was very disappointed with the way the Sabres played tonight, we should have had this game and should have come in with guns blazing. But instead of machine guns and bazookas we were forced to play with water guns or hell those cap guns my brother and I used to play with as kids.
I’m not sure what went wrong because mistakes seemed to come from everywhere, but Patrick Lalime, where have you been all my life. Honestly if it wasn’t for him standing on his head for two periods the score would have been at least 5 to 0. Miller was mad that he got pulled, you want to know how I could tell? Maybe the fact that coming in from the first intermission when he saw Lalime in net he took his goalie stick and chucked it down the walkway from the locker room.
I wanted to tell Sekera that he’s playing hockey not leap frog with the way he did that tuck and roll over Miller’s head in the first period. Well he can look at it this way, if hockey doesn’t work out he always has a future as an acrobat in the circus.
I wanted the Sabres to get angry but they sure as hell weren’t playing like they were, I wanted to punch someone and I wasn’t even one of the players on the ice getting my ass handed to me by a team we should have beaten blind folded and with our collective hands tied behind our backs. We were all over the place, passing was bad because the players refused to watch where they were shooting, for some reason they couldn’t seem to keep the puck (when they managed to have possession) on their sticks, they kept hitting the ‘Canes defense in the shins with the puck which caused a bunch of unfortunate bouncings allowing the ‘Canes offense to regain possession.
One funny part of the game was when Justin Williams from the Hurricanes got hit and stuggled to make it to the bench with what looked like an arm injury. At the same time he was trying to make it to the bench the rest of his teammates on the same line where changing and other player were coming out the door that he was tryin to get through. I sit in the 300 level directly across from the opposing player’s bench so that I can look down the hallway that leads to the locker room. Williams’ teammates were blocking his way into the bench so that the ‘Canes risked a too many men call, Williams yelled at one of these offending teammates “GET THE FUCK OFF THE ICE” which I and I’m sure just about everyone else in the arean could heard loud and clear. After Williams made it onto the bench he took his stick when he was in the hallway and swung it against the floor effectively breaking it in half, yeah he’s got some anger issues.
Anyway Happy 30th Birthday Adam Mair, MJ I hope you’re baking your future ex-hubby some tofu brownies because after the way the Sabres played tonight, that’s about all he and the rest of the team deserve.
ETA: Forgot to mention the guy behind me in the concession stand line was saying that if he were Lindy Ruff he would be throwing and breaking things in the locker room. I turned around and told him that Lindy likes to throw the dry erase markers across the room. He asked me if I was serious and I said yeah because in last years ‘What would you get Lindy Ruff for Christmas?’ video Tony Lydman said he’d get Ruff some more dry erase markers because Ruff likes to cap and recap them repeatedly when he’s talking (usually breaking the caps while doing so) and when he’s really angry he throws the markers against the walls. I wish I could find that video somewhere but they never posted it on the Sabres website, it was hysterical some of the answers that the guys gave.
Okay, so I realize that I’ve become very neglectful of my dear blog. And I apologize for that.
But I’m trying this new thing for me, where I’m actually going to study regularly on my own time, and not just pay attention in class. That worked out well for me in high school, but I can’t say it’s doing much the same in college. So, in order to not waste my $354.50 that I had to pay in tuition this semester, I’m actually taking the time to do my reading and take my own notes.
But school also messed up my blogging schedule. Last semester, my earliest class was at 10, which still left me plenty of time to wake up early, blog, get ready, and then be on my way. This time around? No. I decided that I wanted to get all of my school out of the way so I could have all afternoon and evening to myself. So, being the genius that I am, I made my Tuesday/Thursday schedule so that I go in at 8, and I’m done at 12:15. Wednesdays are a bit tedious, in that my lab starts at 9, but my last class lets out at 3:50.
For that reason, I’m not blogging nearly as much as I used to. I just have too many things on my plate once I get home from school, or I go somewhere… You know how it is. And it’s not like I can even blog in between classes, because T/Th, I only have 15 minutes breaks, and Wednesday I have an hour and a half, but that’s my lunch time (I only have two classes that day).
And then there’s the whole work issue.
I used to be able to blog at work. The past few games I was going to, but out of the 12 patients I have, eight of them decided to come down with the stomach flu this week. Yeah, so I didn’t really have time to blog, much less eat my dinner, because they all decided to get violently ill during my down time. Thankfully that wasn’t during the Sabres game. Well, no, I actually did miss the first period of the Phoenix game. Kim and my mom were blowing up my phone about Paetsch and ridiculous calls, and I had no clue what they were talking about.
I’m back… At least, for the time being.
Thus far, I can’t really complain about the west coast trip. Yes, we lost to Calgary, but we also walked all over Edmonton, and won a tough game against Phoenix. I can’t really comment on the meat of the games, though, because I was in a stupor during the Oilers game, and at work for the ‘yotes. The Flames game, though.. I don’t even remember where I was. Well, it was Wednesday, so I guess I was home. But, again, in a stupor.
But what I can say is DAY-YUM.
Don’t even get me started on Tim Connolly. I FREAKING LOVE THIS MAN, STD’s included. If they’ve helped to make him the hockey star that he is, I’ll take it. He’s been absolutely phenomenal the past couple weeks, and I will be absolutely devastated if anything happened to him now. But I did freak out when they were stitching up his lip. All in all, though, he just won’t be able to kiss any of the puckbunnies, or anything along those lines.
This, though, was my cousin’s Facebook status, in regards to Timmy C:
So basically, enough said. Thanks, Todd.
And Nathan Paetsch??
Dang, when did he get so feisty??
And Ryan Miller has been so foxy in net, and foxy on his living room couch, and just foxy in general.
Yeahhh, and Derek’s assist one Drew’s goal was pretty sexy as well. Just like Drew’s play as of late.
Oh, and Patty K, Patty K, PATTY K!!!! Way to cause a ruckus in your first game back! That’s why I love you. Oh, and not to mention how adorable you were in your interview:
Oh, wait… Denis Gauthier could. Funny thing, though, is that he’s being told to report to a disciplinary hearing with Gary Bettman. Aww, shucks, Denis. Looks like you can’t get away with being an asshole forever!
And in other NHL news, Ottawa has *finally* fired their coach. I mean, when did the rumors start for real? I know I wrote about it back in… Oh, wait, nevermind. I can’t find it, but I believe it was back in the beginning of January when we doubled up on them, 4-2. Sucks to be you, Craig Hartsburg. But I find sick enjoyment in Ottawa’s struggles, myself. I think I’m getting to the point where I hate the Sens more than the Leafs…
Alright, so my plan for this evening is to do some Psychology reading, watch the St. Louis/Detroit game tonight, and then the Sabres game at 10. It might kill me, but I might have to go to bed before the end of the game. I’m not sure if I can run on four hours of sleep again…
I will most definitely be back tomorrow, though. I promise. Even if it is at four in the afternoon. xoxo.
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.
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.
Anyways, if Facebook did, I would definitely search out the real account for LA’s Denis Gauthier, and proceed with that request. Please allow me to indulge myself in sharing the message I would then send to him:
Dear Mr. D. Gauthier, Jr,
Let me, please, take this opportunity to express my disgust with your behavior.
First of all, Mr. Patrick Kaleta was not even attempting to hit you when he crashed into the boards. If you watch the replay of the event, Mr. Kaleta was attempting to hit, I believe, Mr. Jaret Stoll, with a clean hit, NOT YOU. But what do you do upon seeing this? You attempt to hit Mr. Kaleta, but in doing so, bring your elbow up to the level of his head. Luckily, at that time, you missed you check.
What you do at this point, is what infuriates me. Mr. Kaleta skates away, but yes, he turns back towards you. But you have to know that Mr. Kaleta has a reputation for doing such, and that he just came back from a semi-lengthy injury, and that he was going to be up to his usual tricks. But you just can’t let it go. For some reason, unbeknownst to any of us viewers, you lose your head, drop the gloves, and instantly punch a defenseless Mr. Kaleta in the face.
Now, I am one to use the expression, “I am going to punch you in the face,” quite often, BUT NEVER DO I MEAN IT. What you did classifies you as a “gutless puke,” as Mr. Michael Robitaille would say. And I second the sentiments of one Mr. Lindy Ruff when I say that the NHL needs to suspend you immediately for you classless, careless, and hurtful actions. It was a despicable event which I wish was never seen in the great game of hockey.
I have one thing left to say to you; I present you with the wording from the rule-book of the National Hockey League that applies to the matter: An instigator of an altercation shall be a player who by his actions or demeanor demonstrates any/some of the following criteria: distance traveled; gloves off first; first punch thrown; menacing attitude or posture; verbal instigation or threats; conduct in retaliation to a prior game (or season) incident; obvious retribution for a previous incident in the game or season..
I have been of the thought all along that the instigator rule has to go, but you obviously fall under its range, and some action needs to be taken. I do not care how long you are out, or how much money you forfeit; only that the NHL does what they say they do, and that you are punished.
Because we all know that even if the NHL does not punish you, you will get your comeuppance because this is nothing new for you. You have a reputation for taking cheap shots and being dirty, so someone will give you a taste of your own medicine, somewhere along the way.
You had just better hope that Mr. Kaleta will recover from the issues with his eyesight, because if this becomes a recurring thing with him, not only will the Sabres remember it, but many of their fans will as well.
And yes, I alluded to Mr. Kaleta’s reputation for hitting and turtling, but I do not care about his reputation. If that is what other people know that he does, it is their own fault for falling for his ploy. That is his game, and when people like you fall for it, it becomes effective. Players like you are the reason Mr. Kaleta has said reputation, because he would not have that role if his opponents did not react to his actions in a manner similar to yours.
But that is enough. I am through discussing your ridiculous actions. But if a redhead wearing a Sabres jersey ever slaps you across the face–EVER, you know why.
Good day, Mr. Gauthier.
Alright, well, good game last night. We’re fortunate that Ryan Miller and Derek Roy showed up for the entire 60 minutes, before the rest of the team slowly came around. Because if they hadn’t, that game could’ve turned out widely different.
But props to the other goal scorers.
And I am very excited about Chris Butler. You always hear the rookies come up and say, “Oh, I’d like to just keep it simple, blah blah blah,” but rarely do you see it actually translate to the ice. Butler actually did just that, and I was quite impressed, because I don’t recall hearing his name in a negative way at all. And his post-game interview was adorable. After someone complemented him on the first pass out of the zone plays, he just went, “Aw, thanks,” and now I’ll always expect him to say “Golly, gee whiz,” for some reason…
But anyways, hopefully we can carry that through tonight in Montreal. I’m assuming Patty L will be between the pipes since Crunchy played yesterday, but he did get the shut out, so who knows.
Like I said, hopefully we’ll carry it through.
I have to work, unfortunately, so I’ll probably only see about half of the game, but I’m going to bust my ass to get everyone in bed by 7 pm. Brittany is working with me, so that’s good, and I don’t plan on taking a dinner break tonight, just so I can get everyone in bed. I should rephrase that. Everyone who doesn’t watch hockey will be in bed by 7 pm. If they watch hockey, they can go to bed whenever they want, because I’ll put the game on in their rooms, and they won’t mind at all.
I love the way I work. =]
Okay, so I began writing this entry Friday morning. Some time management, eh? Well, I’ll tell you, though… I was in the middle of writing Friday when Kim called me up and asked if I wanted to go to the mall. DUH. So we went, and then I went to work. Usually I can post at work, but not that night. Whatever. So then I was going to post it yesterday. But, we ended up at the mall, again.
So here I am this afternoon.
Great game last night, right??? Tommy is the equivalent of God in my books right now, and Derek would probably be Jesus. Stafford, Lydman, Gerbe, Miller, and the likes could be apostles, or whatever.
Basically, though, I’m in love. And this week is going to be the best and the worst ever. The Bills are most certainly going to lose today, and tomorrow I’ve got to work, but the first high point comes Tuesday evening with the Derek Roy signing. Wednesday is going to be absolutely brutal, with my last Anatomy lab practical and Nutrition exams for the semester. Yikes. Hopefully the boys will pull off that game against the Devils. Thursday won’t be much better with my actual Anatomy exam. Friday will be awesome though because my dear Jennifer comes home from school in New Mexico (at least I think it’s Friday; she won’t tell Kim or I), and Saturday Karina comes home. I’m working the weekend, which is alright, because Monday the girls and I are going to the Pittsburgh game for my birthday!! Not that you really care, or anything, but I just wanted to share.
So Friday morning I was rummaging around the internet, trying to find something about the Sabres that was obscure enough for me to have fun with.
Do you think I found anything?
No. Not really.
But what I did find, on Facebook, of course, were a bunch of fun pictures. What prompted me to search for pictures, you might (not) ask? Well, I was over at Meet Me At Chef’s, reading Rachel’s post, and saw this wonderful picture of Ryan Miller.
MIND YOU, I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS EXACT PICTURE FOR FOREVER. This was in the First Sunday insert of the TBN a while back. My interest in this picture? RYAN IS IN TIM CONNOLLY’S HOUSE. Yeah, that’s right. He was living with Timmy while his house was being built.
BUT NOTICE TIMMAAAAY’S MARBLE FLOORS. Pretentious, much? Oh, wait… It’s Tim we’re talking about. Of course he’s pretentious. This is the guy that wants to dine with Hugh Hefner and own vineyards. And listen to G-Unit while doing that.
Okay, moving on.
The rest of these beauties were found on Fb or Getty, so I am not responsible for whatever may come from them. =]
Jaro, I love you, but are you trying to get Janice Dickinson to recruit you? I mean, I could totally see you doing a spread for Dolce and Gabbana in the next issue of Elle magazine.
I’m just saying…
And this gem?? Ohhhh man…
But no matter how beautiful your family is, it still doesn’t make this one right:
Okay, well the picture is alright, but it’s the context of the picture, I suppose. So you’re out with Mrs. Teppo, and Dmitri Kalinin, and Maxim Afinogenov. You’re enjoying a few beers. That’s fine. But what’s your entertainment for the night?? JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. Now I just think that’s adorable.
And while we’re on the topic of gorgeous families and Justin Timberlake…
Haha, Jason’s Dave and Adam’s commercial just came on. The one with Petey and Nathan… Awww, they’re so cute!
Oh man… I think that’s enough excitement. Plus I have to prepare for the
probably terrible hopefully decent Bills game. So… Bye.
Ugh, so my perfect evening was ruined because of some dumb waitress at Chili’s. She took forever to bring us TWO APPETIZERS. Two orders of boneless wings should not take half an hour.
MISS WAITRESS LADY?? I FORGET YOUR NAME, BUT YOU DIDN’T DESERVE YOUR $3 TIP. WE SAW YOU ONCE, AND WHAT’S WORSE, YOU MADE ME MISS WARMUPS. I CAN NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT.
Okay, now that I’ve got that out of my system…
So I must say, sitting in the front row–in the corner–is very, very exciting, especially when the Sabres win.
Brittany and I weren’t prepared for just how nerve-wracking it can be to see two 200-pound men skating quickly towards you, with only a piece of glass to stop them. It’s actually downright scary.
Quick hits from the game:
– Pommers got hit right in front of us. WHY JASON? Why couldn’t someone flatten Lecavalier right there, or something?
– The delay-of-game call on Miller was COMPLETE bull shit. I was sitting ten feet away from Miller and could clearly see him catch the puck, then proceed to wave his closed glove in the air for the refs to see. I don’t care what anyone says, Miller is on the shit list of the refs, along with Roy and Kaleta. Hell, throw everyone wearing blue and gold up on there, as well.
– Ditto for the “boarding” call.
– The guy behind us called Jaro “Space Station.” That was pretty good.
– Thomas Vanek is a sexy beast. Enough said.
– Nathan Gerbe is extremely impressive. I’ve said it before (I think): It’s one thing to watch him on TV and say, “Yeah, he’s good,” or “Yeah, he’s really fast,” but you have no idea until you’ve seen him play in person. He’s fantastic. I will say this, though: He looked good last night, but this is nothing like what he can play. When I saw him up in Portland, I was completely blown away. And that doesn’t happen much…
– Goose and Mair are also sexy beasts. I love the picture of Paul on the front of TBN’s Sports section today. Hahaa…. Sauce from the Goose. I love it.
– What’s with the no-call when Derek got his lip cut open??
(I love how this is all ADD-ish, and not in order of anything that really happened in the game…)
– Britt’s boyfriend texted us at one point and told us that we weren’t hitting the glass enough. Mostly because she braced herself every time the players skated towards us, and I guess maybe he watched us, and saw her sit all the way back.
– He then texted us and said that the guy sitting next to us looked like a snowman. Our response? “It’s Frosty, duhhhhhh.” He did on TV, though. White hat and a white long sleeve T on a big man? Yep.
(Derek is late calling up Kiss again… He’s so unreliable…)
– Back to Miller’s penalty, I’m really proud of the guys for killing off that two-minute two-man. Kudos.
– Steven Stamkos looks like Luke’s friend Nick, so we proceeded to call him that for the rest of the night.
– There was a guy sitting right behind us that looked like he could be our friend Tom’s twin.
Ohhhh, well I can’t really remember much else. I’m blogging, listening to the radio, and reading the newspaper at the same time right now. Multi-tasking is something I can usually do well, but it’s not really working for me this morning. I have to do it, though, because in about an hour, I have to head out for Canada, as I have an interview for my Nexus pass at 11 am.
This was the best picture I found from the night:
Oh, and Britt and I were in a couple pictures from Getty, as well:
Alright, well I don’t think Derek’s woken up yet. So I’m going to go get ready, and if Derek ever decides to call, I’ll update you on his ridiculousness.
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.
So, I think you can tell by now that I’m pretty much addicted to the Sabres, and the game of hockey in general.
Because, in light of the Sabres’ terrible play, I almost abandoned them for my 16-year-old cousin’s high school team. They do better, at least, and I have an undying devotion to my Trevor, so… But, when my aunt dropped off Christmas cookies yesterday (!!!! Too bad they’re all gone already…), she told me that Trev had a game last night. Too bad I picked up a shift at work because I took this weekend off…
Oooh, now I sound like Ryan Miller…
Anyways, let me get to the point.
This morning, you’d probably think, and that includes myself, that I’d still be disgusted with the Sabres, and that I would want nothing to do with them, and that I’d still want my
fake relationship with Derek to be over, but…
First thing (well, actually, not quite, but same difference) that I thought this morning when I woke up? THERE’S A SABRES GAME TONIGHT. Sad thing (maybe not?) is, though, I’m not sure how much of it I’ll see. See, the guys are throwing Britt and I a little soiree for our birthdays (hers was the same as Kim’s (this past Monday), and mine is a week from this coming Monday), and while they’ll probably have the game on, I’m concerned that, if the boys start losing and/or playing like they have as of late, they just might turn it off. AND I DON’T WANT THAT, YA HEAR???
Oh, and while we’re talking about my birthday, I have to remind you that Princess D is going to be at Dave and Adam’s on Tuesday the 16th. I went and bought tickets for Kim and myself yesterday. Price gouging, for reals. I’m going to have him sign my jersey, and Kim’s going to have him sign a birthday card for me.
WE NEED YOUR HELP, THOUGH. What kind of card do you think we should get for me? (A) One with a (half) naked man (Possible issues: He may steal it.), (B) a singing/musical card, or (C) a funny one? I think the naked man card could be interesting…
What am I going to do with myself?? I fear I’m too far gone, and nothing could ever help me..
I think I really do live and die by the outcome of the Sabres games… And that’s kind of pathetic.
But it’s most definitely alright with me.
And, remember that thing I said about the Pirates yesterday? How they weren’t letting me down? Well, that was an attempt to boost their confidence, which apparently didn’t work. Since we’ve taken Marky Mark from them, they won one of their past seven games. Ouch. Sorry, Portland. I still love you, though. Next time I go to Boston, I’m coming up again. Don’t you worry.
Ughhh, so like I said, I’m not going to comment on actual hockey at all, so long as it involves the Sabres. That’s why I’m leaving you with this:
I want the Sabres to join Drew, his father, and their friend… or just Drew… high-five-ing over a few beers at a Pittsburgh bar after tonight’s game. NOTICE I SAID HIGH-FIVES. No drinking away your sorrows allowed tonight.
Umm, so, let’s go Buffalo???
Here’s the part where I complain about my personal life for a moment:
Okay, so we all know that I don’t have the most glamorous job around–I change the diapers of the elderly, bathe them, and put them in bed. Not that spectacular, and pretty smelly, which is why I don’t often go out after work. At least, if I do, I shower first, which means I don’t go out until 1 am, which, in Buffalo, is not late at all, but still…
ANYWAYS, because I had to work last night, and then told a coworker that I’d cover her overnight shift, I couldn’t go shopping this morning. I mean, not that I can really afford to spend my money unnecessarily, or anything… But I love shopping, and Black Friday shopping is like, the most fun ever.
So I’m a little bummed that I didn’t get to go shopping, and now I’m running on four hours of sleep, and about to get ready to head back to work. And my supervisor even had the gall to ask if I’d do another double tonight. NO THANK YOU. I have plans for tomorrow. They’re not that exciting, but it’s stuff that needs to get done. I have to go to the post office and find a box big enough to fit a Sabres jersey and a container of cookies to send to Andy, I have to make the cookies (which Kim has so kindly offered to assist), clean my room, make preparations for Sunday’s Bills/49ers’ game, and, oh yeah, WATCH THE SABRES.
And then there’s always the Sociology tests that I have to take online by the 17th, and the lab practical I have for Anatomy on Wednesday.
BUT BACK TO MY PURPOSE IN LIFE, TALKING ABOUT THE SABRES.
All of these videos about the boys and their Thanksgivings are just adorable.
I love how Patty’s mom lays down the law and gives him a time to be at the ‘rents house by. I also love how Jason got that sheepish smile when talking about Thanksgiving (which I think is extra cute because he still celebrates it even though his American mother and himself have lived in Canada for how long?), and how Jaro talks about his abilities to cook foul, when we all know all he really does is bite the head off, Ozzy Osbourne style. And I especially like his name pronunciation correction during the Sabres show (it’s right after the commercial).
I really think that I adore that man.
In other news, I’m really hoping Tommy is okay. Because the more effect Milan Lucic is having on this team, the less I like him, and the more inclined I am to hurting him. And I really don’t feel like going to jail anytime soon, so Tommy had best be alright. If he wants to sit out tonight, fine, okay. But not tomorrow. We need him tomorrow more than tonight, because, when it comes down to getting into the playoffs down the stretch, we’ll need divisional points more than conference points. Therefore, Montreal on Saturday is more important.
Plus, once Al comes back healthy, who sits? Danny’s supposed to be playing, so I don’t necessarily see him sitting anytime soon, and I don’t see the Sabres sending Mancari down in the near future. Well, at least they wouldn’t have any legit reason for doing so…
OH!! And to the person who found us by searching for this:
I give you your answer. Also someone found this by searching for “Adam Cari Miller.” What, did I all of a sudden marry Ryan Miller, and now we have a son named Adam? And no, for another person’s inquiring mind, I do not know the colors of the Sabres’ respective bedrooms, I do not love Maria Genero, I don’t want to ship Derek off to Maine, I’m not friends with Garnet Exelby on Facebook, I’ve never seen Daniel Briere shirtless (nor do I want to), and I’m not going to trash talk Marky Mark’s beautiful girlfriend. If you want to do that, and I suggest and beg that you don’t, go over to those trashy forums. Because I don’t have vendettas against the girls that the guys I love decided to go out with. I’m not a jealous bitch, so you’ve got no business being here if you want that (Can you tell that I can’t stand those forums, no matter how addicting they are??).
Well, kids, I have to go get ready for work. Thankfully, though, the nurse I work with is awesome and likes the Sabres, too, so I never miss a game while I’m there. I’ll post after the game if there’s something good to talk about.