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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
The trade deadline is Wednesday and for now it all comes down to who stays and who goes. Now I’m not going to get into any great theories about who we should get and who should go because, let’s face it, I’m not managment for the Sabres and they probably know a whole hell of a lot more than I can ever hope to about what they’re looking for.
However, there is one thing that I do know for certain, Max needs to go. Now I love Max don’t get me wrong but the man has been nothing but a waste of roster space for the last two seasons, performing well below average. In an interview Max claimed that he has been ready to play since the middle of February but Ruff hasn’t put him in the line up, well needless to say it’s the beginning of March and Max hasn’t set foot out on the ice in a playing capacity. I’ll be sad to see Max go, he was my first Sabres love and you never forget your first love, but it’s time that he was put out to greener pastures or at least given to another team for a bag of pucks or maybe a pretty new pair of gloves or some skates.
It would have killed me a few years ago to admit that Max needs to go but right now he’s using up valuble roster space that could go to a player who’s actually going to play and who’s going to play well. Instead of trading for another player how about we get some draft picks and we bring up one of the guys from Portland to fill Max’s skates?
I get the text updates from the Sabres and if you do too you know the sinking feeling you get when a new text pops up on the screen. The texts can mean just about anything ranging from someone’s hurt, someone’s been called up from the minors, that the new mini pucks are on sale and come tomorrow or Wednesday who’s been put up on the chopping block.
Now yesterday, because the new mini pucks go on sale on Sundays, I saw I had a text message as I was sitting in the upper room in my church. Now let’s just say that I forgot about the whole mini puck thing and I was ready to scream when I saw the text because I thought for sure it was going to bring me bad news that I was not prepared to handle, such as the trading of beloved Pie or Staffy or someone equally as precious to my heart.
Now I’m in school all day tomorrow and I have a feeling if something’s going to happen it’s going to go down tomorrow and I will inevitably be sitting in class when the news of a trade breaks. Let’s just put it this way there are going to be a lot of inquisitive stares directed my way if I’m in class when it happens. They’re going to be wondering why all of a sudden I have a death grip on my phone, why I’m making high keening noises and I’m screaming why, why, over and over again. I’m sure they’re going to suspect that I’ve experienced some kind of psychotic breakdown.
Whatever happens in the next two days it’s inevitable that someone’s going to go. However, how many people get traded is still up in the air and who we’re going to get for said tradees remains to be seen. But one thing is for certain things are going to change but whether it’s for the better or for the worse I guess we’ll figure that out Wednesday night.