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The Sabres need to learn how to do it, so they should take a lesson from me.

(1) As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I got bored with our layout/template/thing, so I freshened it up. And can I please tell you how obnoxious it is to mess around with Blogger’s templates? They’re all kinda ugly, or already being used, and since I like to be all cutesy with my stuff, and I don’t like to copy people, I get really annoyed when you’re only given a handful of options. Whatever, though.

(2) MARK MANCARI SCORED HIS FIRST NHL GOAL LAST NIGHT!!!!! I was soooo proud. We (the nurse I work with and myself) were watching the game at work, and she was laughing her ass off when he scored because I was awing, and saying “Aw, Mark, I love you! I’m so proud of you!” She said I looked like a doting mother watching her only daughter get married. BEST ANALOGY EVER.


I LOVE YOU.

(3) Derek scored again, finally. And he couldn’t have done it at a better time, as far as I’m concerned, because, while I was driving to work yesterday, a guy from the Sabres Store called me, and left a message saying that my NEW THIRD JERSEY CAN BE PICKED UP ON WEDNESDAY. YAYYYYYY!! So now I take back saying that I wasn’t too sure if I wanted his jersey anymore, because Princess D is starting to play better.

(4) When D scored yesterday, Kim texted me and said “he doesn’t skinny dip, he chunky dunks.” This is why I love her.

(5) Awesome reader Katie told me that she saw D eating spaghetti at Chef’s yesterday, and that he eats like a pig. Now, I don’t know about you, but I tend to view all the Sabres as perfect people, kinda like every girl’s expectations of Mr. Right. So I never expect any one of them to shovel pasta into their mouth and let the mozzarella cheese that was melted all over it to stick to the plate as they chew a mouthful. So, Katie, as fantastic as that was, I’m going to forget you ever told me that, and go on living in my blissful, delusional world. No offense though. I still love you.

(6) I decided that I’m not going to comment on actual game-play until the Sabres start winning again.

(7) If the playoffs were to start today, we’d be out. That’s depressing, considering the start we had.

(8) I totally called Timmy C’s injury–BROKEN RIB. Called it. And I’m not one to say I told you so… Actually, who the hell am I kidding. I TOLD YOU SO!! =]

(9) I never commented on Paul’s fish story. A-FREAKING-DORABLE. I hate worms too, but that’s mostly because when I was little, my friend Kevin used to (AND I’M NOT KIDDING YOU. I SWEAR.) squirt chocolate syrup on them and eat them like spaghetti. At least Derek doesn’t do that… But I don’t like fish, either. My friend Kristle’s dad used to fish all the time and he’d gut them in the backyard while we were laying out in the sun. Gross.

I leave you with my last comment of this Sunday, as I’m currently watching the Bills, leading the Chiefs. *crossing fingers* …maybe??

(10) My dad made these up last night and sent them to me; they’re absolutely hilarious, and you really should take the time to watch them all: Dance 1, Dance 2, Dance 3, Dance 4

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Okay, so remember how I said that Kim and I were going to go by the Ritz to see if we saw any Sabres??
Well…  I’m going to be brutally honest with you.  I did not expect to see any.
BUT.
When we got off the T at Park Street, in the middle of the Boston Commons, I look down the road and see a man with wavy, shaggy, caramel-colored hair, walking further down the block, in a suit, towards the Ritz.
Who was that, you ask?  MAXIM AFINOGENOV, Kim’s future ex-husband.
Oh, but wait.  It gets better.
So then we walk down Avery, the street the hotel is physically on.  And then we see Paully getting out of a cab.  Now, Kim didn’t want to go up to him, and we were on the opposite side of the street to begin with, so we kind of just followed him, down that block, down three more, and then up one.
Now, he had his earbuds in, so I didn’t know the polite way to say, “HEY!  YOU’RE PAUL GAUSTAD!” without freaking him out, so we didn’t interrupt his “me time.”  But then we were stopped at a crosswalk, RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, and me, still not knowing how to say “hey,” I blurt out, “Kim, where’s my phone” in a panicked frenzy.  I then pull my Sabres jersey half way out of my purse, thinking it might get his attention, but no.
EPIC FAIL.
So we let him go, and he begins to wander through the park, and we head back to the Ritz, again, totally not expecting to see anybody.
At this point, we were ridiculously warm from keeping up with Paul and his ridiculously long legs, so we took a breather at the corner.
All of a sudden, a gigantic yellow coach bus that looked like a giant caterpillar pulls up, and out steps Coaches McCutcheon and Patrick, as well as Lalime, Paille, Kotalik, Tallinder, Lydman, and Stafford.
kajhgkajhrgoiah.kghao;ihftlak
I drag Kim across the street, only after I called my mother, for her to yell at me to get my ass in gear.
I go up to Drew, subway ticket and pen in hand, because that was all I had, and state,  and I quote, “Drew, I know it’s lame, but can you sign my subway ticket?”
HE LAUGHED.  I DIED.
Then he took a picture of all the fans that were standing there (which was quite a few, actually) with his iPhone, because he “likes to take pictures of fans in other cities.”
lkghlo;shgl;ahgaljg LOVE.
More later.  =]
I’ll be quick about this, because I only have 5 minutes left in my dinner break, but if you book it on over to Sabres Edge and read this fantastic little entry, you’ll probably agree with me.
As disappointed as I am to not see Timmmaaay in action personally or on television this preseason, I’m pretty disappointed that he’s not going to play until Friday, when I STILL CAN’T GO, because stupid Kim (I love you!!) won’t be in Buffalo.  So I have to stay home and watch with my father because no one else that appreciates hockey enough to go with me will be around.
So anyways, I kind of find it hard to believe that TC will be anywheres near 100%, and I don’t care what Lindy says about it.
And to answer your question, Mike, yes I do believe Tim makes the Sabres better.  But honestly, the question should be how long will Timmy be able to help the Sabres to be better?
ON ANOTHER NOTE, I was at the Galleria Mall with some friends today, and totally saw the gorgeous Michael Funk go into Metro Park.  At first I didn’t recognize him because he was wearing a hat which covered his white spot, but then I saw his pale blue Marty Biron-esque eyes and knew instantly.  My question, though, is why isn’t he on his way to Portland??
Game tomorrow!!!! WOOOOHOOOO!!!

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