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I think after seven days I can coherantly discuss my sadness.
Well, maybe not.
See, I’m sad, yes. But I’m more so disappointed. The guys had the talent to make the playoffs, but immaturity in the form of inconsistency bit them in the ass.
And I find that hard to forgive.
Derek Roy and Ryan Miller said it best when they shot down the excuses of losing leaders and youth. And they’re right; those aren’t excuses.
I don’t want to say any more on this topic, so I’m going to delve into a series of stories I have for you:
Derek Roy, at Black and Blue
A guy Kim and I went to high school with is a chef at Black and Blue (which, is awesome, mind you). He informed Kim that the Sabres came in to the restaurant Saturday for a final team dinner after the game.
Apparently, according to him, Derek isn’t the nicest guy.
Because he sent his steak back–TWICE–because it “wasn’t mooing enough.”
Now, I can understand the chefs’ annoyance with this situation, because now they’ve wasted two perfectly good steaks.
But (and I’m taking my chance to defend the Princess here) you have to consider the situation Derek is in. Had you just failed to do your job to the standard which was expected, you’d be in a pissy mood too. And if I were paying $30 for a piece of meat that wasn’t cooked to my liking, I’d send it back too. Especially if I wanted it raw and it was slightly cooked.
I don’t know, but that’s just me.
Tim Connolly, on Main Street
I refuse to reveal my sources, so don’t even ask.
Apparently Timmy was on Main Street, hitting up the bars (I’m wondering if they were the bars near UB? since this story is coming from a UB student, and the bars over there are sketchy.)
He and his cousin were doing body shots off of some girls.
That’s a good enough story, right?
He invited the girls to do shots off of him.
Well, that’s about it for today. I have no inspiration to write about the Sabres, and that depresses me. 😦 I need the Worlds to start.
So last night, Kim and I attended the game with the lovely S(h)ara from Sabretooth’s House.
And it was bad. No, it was really, really fun, but it was bad. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard. We must do it again.
You all know how the game went, and let me tell you how excited I was! Except, I never stood up when we scored, even when we won, because we were in the first row of the 300-level, and I don’t do well with heights. Anywhere else in the 300’s and I’m fine, but in the first row? Eehhhhh, not really my thing to have about two feet of concrete and ten inches of glass separating me and the space between myself and the people in the 100-level.
BUT! I seriously think I had a good omen yesterday morning. Whilst driving to school down Elmwood, I was flipping through the radio (which I don’t normally do; I usually listen to a CD), still upset that the Sabres have been sucking so badly. But then Star was playing a good song, so I left it on. Then the DJ was talking about the weather and traffic, and I almost turned it off, but then he said something about the 33 and I paid attention.
Good thing, because the next song was “Don’t Stop Believin’.”
How’s that for fate?
(What’s also fate, is that at the arena, they played “Glamorous,” which didn’t help my cause for not cheating on Derek Roy at all. Damn you, Kris Versteeg! Why must you be so Fergalicious? Also, this video of Toews, Burish, and Wiz is pretty great as well. They’re so funny. I love those Blackhawks. NO. I need to stop. Clare, look what you’ve done to me!)
So the game was really, really successful at making me happy. The guys played great, but the company makes it even better. Especially the commentary:
– Me, on Thomas Vanek (?) missing a wide-open net in the first: “If Tim Connolly were there, that would’ve been a goal!” S(h)ara’s response: “Tim Connolly is good at putting things in holes.” (That was bad. I’m sorry.)
– Throughout the night, we kept shouting “troglodyte,” “Greg Campbell, you suck,” “hit him with your purse,” and “Princess D.”
– The guys behind us were getting very upset with people screaming “shoot” on the power play. Well sorry, sir, but if the Sabres would shoot a little more on the power play, we wouldn’t have to tell them how to do their jobs.
– Kim said that we needed to “euthanize the Panthers.” I said she was being too kind.
(Now I got a bit lost because I kept watching Kris Versteeg videos. Those Blackhawks are killing me.)
– Every time we saw Anne, S(h)ara and I screamed “foxy lady!” She never heard us.
– When Tallinder took a penalty (and this is really bad guys; I apologize), I said quietly to the girls, “Tallinder’s not a hooker; he’s a rapist.” It was hysterical at the time, and I even tweeted it, but I feel kinda bad about it now because the charges were dropped.
– Kim said Derek Roy needed to go after the puck like it was a Hostess cupcake. She tweeted it too. Which prompted Jill to respond about Ho Ho’s, and Jay to suggest ding dongs. That’s just wrong, on all accounts. I need to make him a batch of tofu brownies now.
S(h)ara said a whole bunch of funnier things too, but I don’t remember them.
Anyways, after the game we met up with Anne at Cobblestone, hoping some of the Sabres would show up, but by 11 o’clock we were all getting pretty tired, and booked. None of them came. We even sat by the back entrance, hoping that they might, but no. Oh well. Anyways, that was pretty much Brian Campbell’s place to go, and he’s with the Blackhawks now, obviously. (I just can’t get away from them, can I?)
Also, Mary tweeted about Lalime singing “Poker Face,” (two things: I seem to be obsessed with Twitter, and Patty didn’t sing it [to my knowledge, at least]), and now every time I hear that song and/or Lady Gaga, I totally think of him. Especially when they played “Just Dance” during the game.
The only thing that would’ve made that night better is if MJ could’ve made it up in time, but her job didn’t allow for us to have that much fun. Another time, I suppose.
And my signal that I should stop writing now is the fact that I have no idea if this post is even coherent.
I’ll be back later, possibly, as I have absolutely NO PLANS today, which is so, so strange and new to me.
Let’s not talk about last night’s game, because it will just upset me some more.
I think I’ve pretty much come to the point in the Sabres season where I have realized that they’re toast, finished, finito, done. You name it.
Usually, I don’t like to give up any shred of hope until the fat lady has sung and Elvis has left the building. I’m the one girl who will walk around town, the day after the Sabres are done playing, in her Sabres shirt, telling everyone off for being pessimistic about the season that just ended and the one beginning in a few months.
What should people call me? A diehard optimistic Sabres fan. We’re pretty much a rare breed. In fact, I think we’re on the top of the endangered species list, which makes the odds terrible for me since I have red hair. (My friend Andy likes to remind me all the time that redheads are dying out. This is also why he said I need to marry Brian Campbell and procreate with him, just so that we can repopulate the planet with little freckled, redheads with ringlets. I’m down.)
So when Thomas Vanek broke his jaw, I’ll admit that I overreacted even by my standards. Miller and the rest of the guys were playing good hockey at that point in time, so I figured we’d be alright.
But then Miller got hurt, and my optimism took another shot.
And then Lalime’s kids brought the flu home from daycare.
And now who has the flu?
Yes, the same Tim Connolly who just played 27 games in a row, which just so happens to be a really long string comparable to the past few seasons. So of course he would be one of the three guys sitting out of practice today (the other two were Hecht and Afinogenov). I’m just oh, so thrilled.
Whatever though, because I’m going to the game with Kim and S(h)ara tomorrow night!! And M.J. is coming to town tomorrow!!!!!!!!! Weeee so excited!!
I can’t wait. =]
Friends, I honestly don’t know where I disappeared to. Actually, I do. School, work, and the mall. But for all intents and purposes, I don’t know, and neither do you.
But I’m back, for today, at least.
So the trading deadline has come and gone, and I thought the Sabres made out pretty well.
Except I’ll really miss Al. Like, I totally almost started to cry when I heard the news and was leaving Kim a voicemail. Side note: WHY DO I ALWAYS FIND OUT ABOUT TRADES EITHER IN CLASS OR WHILE I’M DRIVING?? Not cool. Anyways, I liked Al. I mean, he’s a damn good hockey player, but mostly, I thought he had a beautiful back. Not backside, but back. And if you know me, you know I’m a sucker for a good back and arms. So Al really did the trick for me. But now he’s gone, and Derek will have to suffice.
And don’t even get me started on how much I already love my Canadian Harvard Grad Dominic Moore, and the new Euro Chic love Mikael Tellqvist!! So much love right there!! Although, this could be lust. Not sure yet. I’m trying not to get too attached or impressed because we all know how Steve Bernier worked out for myself and Anne.
Then Harvard (that’s what I’ve been calling Moore, FYI) had work visa issues. Funny thing is that I was totally pondering this situation Wednesday while I was sitting in my car listening to WGR 550 during my break. But I’m glad they got cleared up.
OH!!! And how could I have forgotten to mention Timmy’s new contract??!!??!
Okay, we all know how devoted I feel to Tim Connolly, but even I think $4.5 million a year is too much for him. Do you know what I liken that to? Well, if you follow me on Twitter you’d know. Anyways, I liken it to buying a Coach bag. It’s really expensive, and kinda scary when you do it, but in the end, it feels oh, so good.
And also, I just feel I need to say that Anne texted me with the news of his signing WHILE I WAS DISSECTING A CAT IN LAB. I definitely had a scalpel in my hand when I told my partner to read my text message to me. BAD IDEA. I could’ve lost a finger instead of slicing the diaphragm of Tabitha (that’s what we named our… um… patient).
Now to touch on the games.
Wednesday’s I don’t remember too much (because I kept nodding off during the third period), except for Derek had two goals (including the game-winner), Paul had two goals (including a bad-ass shortie), and Patty L played his heart out. Oh, and Tommy came back. Yayyyy!!
Friday’s, I was working during, so I didn’t see all of it, and I missed Max getting murdered. I was giving an old man a bath at the time (ew, by the way), and I got him in there as soon as the first period ended. I didn’t finish with him until half way through the second, so needless to say I had about 25 texts from Kim, my mother, and my cousin at that point in time. Awesome. But that too, was a fantastic game.
(You like my recaps, don’t you? I need more Derek Roy gossip to blog about. I don’t go over the games too well. You know why? Because you can read it in the TBN, and I don’t want to be a journalist.)
But last night’s game was a major disappointment.
All the beautiful blogger girls got together at Tully’s to chit chat and watch the game. It was very fun even though the boys let us down. (Although Jonathan Toews and Kris Versteeg showed up for Clare and I, Matt Greene got an assist for Anne, Ovie is coming back for Frostee, and we even got to see Big Bear for a moment!!) Derek Roy really disappointed me in getting benched, though. Remember when I led the Bench-Derek-Roy-Bandwagon? Yeah, I never actually wanted that to happen. I was just angry. And when I saw Lindy’s press conference, I was distraught. I think a batch of tofu brownies and peppermint hot chocolate is in order. Either that, or a bottle of SoCo. I’ll take them all, actually….
Okay, dears, I just didn’t want you to think that I had fallen off the face of the planet.
More will come tomorrow!! I promise. xoxo
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.
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.
No one is happier than this girl to not only see this face again, but to see it bearing a grin.
If you asked me if I could sum up Connolly’s career in one word, I’d chose unfortunate, the definition of which states that it is something marked or accompanied by or resulting in ill fortune. Tim Connolly is incredibly gifted and is a fantastic hockey player, but the poor guy has had more injuries that I can count.
The serious ones began back in his junior year, while playing down the 90 in Erie, with the Otters. In the 1998-99 season, Connolly broke his leg during a game, resulting in a rod being placed in his tibia.
This injury hardly affected his draft status, as the New York Islanders took him fifth overall that year. Despite just coming off of his broken leg, Connolly made the team out of camp. He played 81 games in his rookie season, recording only 10 goals, but snagging 20 assists for 34 points on the year. Not too shabby for a rookie, especially in the Old NHL, but more would definitely be expected of a first-round pick.
In his sophomore season, Connolly appeared in all 82 games, this time posting 10 goals, but 31 assists, improving his points total to a high 41.
The summer after that season, Tim was attending the high school graduation of his younger twin sisters, Caitlin and Shannon. Their graduation coincided with the second day of the NHL Entry Draft. Connolly admitted being excited, due to NYI’s acquisition of Alexei Yashin and Chris Osgood, and since the first day is usually when the wheeling and dealing occurs, he was completely shocked when GM Mike Milbury called–during the ceremony–to tell him that he and Taylor Pyatt had been sent packing to Buffalo, in exchange for Mike Peca.
So, Connolly suited up in the red and black. In his first season for the Sabres, Connolly again played all 82 games, but struggled to produce, improving on his previous totals, but hardly significantly. He scored 10 goals again, and tallied 35 assists, heightening his points total by four to 45.
In his fourth career season–second with the Sabres–Connolly severly underachieved, only netting 12 goals and 13 assists, for 25 points. Tim appeared in 80 games, and only missed the last two of the season due to a suspension, warranted due to swinging a stick at an opponent.
At this point in time, Tim looked reliable, at least health-wise. He was one of the leading Iron Men in the league, playing over 300 straight games (I believe he had a run of over 320, but I can’t find the exact number, and I think that put him at third in the rank).
But it all went downhill from there.
In the preseason of the 2003-2004 season, the Sabres were playing an exhibition game against the Chicago Blackhawks. This is what Tim had to say:
I took a mid-ice, shoulder-to-head hit with Scott Nichol from the Blackhawks. It was a clean hit, but I had just taken a shot, so I was in a vulnerable position where I couldn’t really brace myself. I didn’t get knocked out, I skated to the bench, but I was out of it. My legs gave out a little bit. I had never suffered a concussion before, but it was one of those situations where it wouldn’t go away. It took more than six months before my head was clear and I was able to work out and get back in the swing of things. (From ESPN.com)
Needless to say, as I’m sure you’re all well aware, Tim missed that entire season.
Cue the lockout. Tim opted to play in Switzerland, with HC Lugano. There, he played 16 games, had seven goals and three assists. His stay in Europe was cut short, though, due to a knee injury.
So Tim returned to New York, and rehabbed his knee to be sure that it would be ready for the upcoming NHL season.
In 2005-2006, Connolly was limited to 63 games in the regular season, due to a controversial knee injury. This happened when Darius Kasparaitis, then of the New York Rangers, checked Connolly low, causing him to miss time. In this season, though, Connolly recorded 16 goals and 39 assists, combining for 55 points, career highs across the board. At this point in time, he was registering .87 points per game. Hardly anything to sneeze at.
In his first playoff appearance, Connolly only played in 8 games, but registered five goals and six assists for 11 points, which would be 1.375 points per game. He did not conclude the Sabres’ playoff push with them, though, because he suffered a second concussion, thanks to a vicious, but clean, hit, from the Ottawa Senators’ Peter Schaefer, now with the Boston Bruins.
Because of problems thought to be related to his second concussion, Connolly sat out all but the last two games of the 2006-2007 season. In those last two games, he recorded one goal.
In the playoffs that year, though, Tim played 16 games, recording nine assists.
On to the 2007-2008 season. Connolly struggled throughout the year with bone spurs in his hip, which eventually required surgery. He suited up for only 48 games, scoring only seven goals, adding 33 helpers, but in the end only posted 40 points. Obviously more is needed from Connolly, whose points per game total for the season then sat at .83.
Thus far this season, Connolly has had fractured vertebrae and a broken rib, limiting him to only six of the the Sabres’ 40 games. In those six games, though, Connolly has put up two goals and five assists, for a points per game average of 1.167.
None of this goes to show how skilled Connolly is, though. He has long been Ruff’s PP QB, and always sees ice time on the PK. His teammates will always say how gifted he is, and how difficult he can be to play against.
But what do his numbers really mean to us? Why is he valuable to this team?
Let’s allow his career totals to do the talking, shall we? In the nine seasons Connolly was with an NHL team (the season he missed due to concussion symptoms and the current season included), he’s only played 444 of a possible 696 games (only 63.8%). In those games, he’s recorded 72 goals and 176 assists, for a total of 248 points. That’s only an average of .558 points per game, which would equate to 45.8 points on a season.
Like I said, I love Tim Connolly more than the next Sabres fan. I have since we acquired him, but that’s a whole ‘nother story. My point is, his numbers suck. They definitely do not portray the player we all know Connolly has the potential to be. The problem is, he is so injury-plagued that he probably will never live up to his own expectations, let alone ours.
But I’m glad to see he’ll be back tomorrow. Our power play sure as hell needs him, and it wouldn’t hurt to have a center who can really see the ice and find good passing lanes out there.
The question remains, how much longer will Timmy be wearing blue and gold? Will he be gone by the trade deadline? Is he going to leave that day? Over the summer? Or will he stay with us? Your guess is as good as mine, seeing as how Afinogenov is a bigger problem, and Kotalik would probably garner the most interest from other teams. It doesn’t hurt that the coaching staff loves Connolly. If he does stay, though, he’d better be willing to take a sizeable pay cut, because there is no way, talent aside, that a guy that injury-riddled deserves a salary of $2.9 million per season.
Speaking of trades, there are rumors spreading up in Portland. They’ve hit a snag this season with goaltending, as Adam Dennis recently required season-ending hip surgery. That means Jhonas Enroth has been shouldering all of the duties, now coming up on his (I believe) 11th game in a row.
Their need of a goalie, combined with the Sabres’ supposed interest in keeping Chris Butler (we’ll see about that one) and Matt Ellis up in Buffalo, would obviously present the Sabres with a predicament. In order to keep extra bodies up in the NHL, they’d have to clear roster space. The obvious bodies to move would be Afinogenov and Paetsch, Max for obvious reasons, and Paetsch because he’s the odd man out. Kotalik and Connolly could also be moved due to contract years, but that’s hardly likely; Kotalik is a force on this team, and Connolly has virtually no stock.
Maine Hockey Journal reported that Kevin Dineen, the coach of the Portland Pirates, had some interesting sound bytes one the subject, suggesting the Buffalo brass have something in the works:
“(Goalie search) has been put off for a reason and won’t be clarified til Friday at the earliest,” said Dineen.
It’ll be interesting to see what happens, that’s for sure.
And seeing as Derek Roy actually called up Kiss 98.5 this morning, I can tell you what he had to say. Honestly, though, I think this is the first actual D.R.R. in about a month, mostly due to the holidays falling on Thursdays…
– Andrew Peters’ thumb is bruised, was bleeding yesterday, and it still hurts.
– Derek suggested that Andy’s fingers taste like chicken wings.
– He says you shouldn’t bite people unless your life is in danger. Nick added, “Unless you’re on Chippewa.”
– He’s excited to play against Chris Drury.
– Is he doing anything differently? No. He’s sticking with his system.
– VitaminWater flavor? Endurance/Mango.
– Sometimes works out after games.
– January has a ridiculous travel schedule. He may just leave his suitcase packed.
– Doesn’t have any pets.
– Did he send a baby gift to Rob Ray? No.
– He was 3 when he first skated. His brothers were about that age as well. He was awful, falling everywhere. Couldn’t stop until he was “like 10 years old.”
Finally, he called them, and finally some oddball information.
Well, kids, it snowed again. Big surprise. I’m off to shovel, and the hopefully I’ll feel spry enough to head to the gym. That’s my plan, at least. I’ll be back if I hear any juicy information.
(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.
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…