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…I’ve decided that I want to move this little baby of mine back to Blogger.

That’s part of the reason I haven’t been on here in so long.  Honestly, I just never felt entirely comfortable with WordPress.  It’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just too much.  If you go back to the original Sabre Chaser, in one of the last posts on there, I said something about appreciating simplicity.

And that, my lovelies, is why I’m packing back up, and moving back to Blogger.

I’ll be posting there shortly, so be sure to check in and change your links back, and all that jazz.  🙂

http://www.sabrechaser.blogspot.com

Yes I know I just used the title of a song from High School Musical for the title of this post believe me I’m loathe to do it but hey if it fits it fits.

So it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged and I feel really bad about it but during the summer there’s not that much to report on the Sabres because let’s face it the Sabres hardly do anything during the off season in terms of trades and whatnot. However, we do have two new players, Steve Montador  and some guy named Joe DiPenta but this is obviously old news as everyone should already know about it.

Anyways, I’ve made a pact with myself that I’m going to forget the going ons of last season (the fact that the Sabres didn’t make the playoffs for the second year in a row) and focus on the future. As of this moment last season never happened and there will never be any doubt that the Sabres will make the playoffs this year. This is not to say of course that I won’t lament the fact that we’ve lost Sissy and all his caveman tendencies, because believe me I do and that I won’t believe we’re a lesser team without him because I do.

Is it wrong that I want to replace Darcy for like a day and jump in my time machine to the day he decided he didn’t want to sign any of my baby Sabre favorites? Because now I no longer have Marek or Dylan and that kills me but I still have Noodles who I was lucky enough to see at Sabres Development Camp last week and of course there were copious amounts of drooling when I did.

I also got my Paul jersey back with his very large P and G and a small 28 on the number 2 on the back just were I always get my jerseys signed. I wrote a thank you note to the women who helped get it signed which they then showed to him when they were at dinner with him which I will forever be eternally embarrassed about. But hey at least I got it signed and I didn’t have to wait in any ridiculously long lines at an autograph signing.

I also bought a Patrick Sharp jersey for myself two weeks ago which the lovely Clare is taking to the Blackhawks Convention to have (hopefully) signed for me by my favorite Permanent Marker.

I’m starting work on compiling pictures for my hockey wall. I’ve got about 6 that I’m definitely putting up and now I’m starting to sift through some of the other pictures I have narrowing it down to about 14 more. I finished my Sabres cross stitch which I gave to my mother for her birthday and she now has at her desk at work. I may even start selling them because people my mom works with have shown interest and hey it could be the start of a side business…

sabres cross stitch 

 

Wow I sound like I have ADD with this post my thoughts seem to be everywhere, but hey at least I’m back in business blogging which will be more regular I promise…on Paul Gaustad as my husband and witness.

 

Spacek is gone:( I’m really sad. Max is gone:( I’m crying uncontrollably.


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That is going to be my motto for the summer.  Well, maybe once Labor day is here, you can wake me up.  I like September, because September means TRAINING CAMP!  And we all know how much fun I have at the players’ expense during Camp.

But in all seriousness, YAY PITTSBURGH!!!

We all know that I wasn’t the biggest fan of the Penguins before, but (and I swear, I’m not a bandwagon fan) they have continued to impress me.  And then, since I was down in Pittsburgh on two different occasions during the playoffs, watching two games from the Pens/Caps series, and then Game 4 of the Finals, I think it is safe to say that I’ve become a fan.

And it shows.

One, I made myself a Max Talbot shirt.  I’ve worn it during four different games, and the Pens won them all.  I had to wear it to work on Friday because I didn’t want it to be the shirt’s fault if the Red Wings had won.  Thankfully my Pitt BF came through for me in a very big way.  Because I might just get written up for not wearing something that falls within the scope of our dress code.

Two, I bought a Kris Letang shirt when I was down there with Clare in April.

Three, I made this sign:

sign

I love this sign.  It’s currently taking up residence in the trunk of my car.  That is because I know my mother would frown upon it, and she was home when I got home from Pittsburgh, but whatever…  It ripped and got crunched anyways.  BUT IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS, AND I WAS RIGHT FOR ONCE!!

Four, I was positively GIDDY when they won.

But really, let’s talk about the Sabres for a second here.

If I was *that* happy when the Pens won, think, just for a second, how happy I’d have been if my BACKUP team–the Blackhawks, had won.  THEN ponder, just for a moment, what will happen to me if the SABRES *gasp* win the Cup!  (Notice what I did there?  I said will and WHEN!!!)

Yeah, I’d pretty much die.

In all actuality though, whoever schedules the Sabres events hates me, apparently.  That is evident in the fact that I have to work when Derek is at the baseball game AND during the draft party.  So naturally, I’m scrambling to find someone to work for me on one or both of those days.  I would totally call in for one, but I just called in so that I could spend more time in Pittsburgh, so that isn’t an option anymore.

Whatevs.  I’m confident that one of my coworkers loves me.

I’ve got some awesome stuff coming down the pipe for my little baby of a blog here, but none of it has even begun to take shape yet.  And I’ll probably be posting random stuff every now and then, because I tend to get pretty bored and punchy during the summer.  So just keep your eyes out.  And if you hear of any Sabres appearances, let me know please!!  🙂

Could it be? Am I really blogging? Somebody pinch me because this can’t be real. Well never fear my darling hockey fellows, you aren’t dreaming, I’m really posting. However, considering that my second favorite hockey team was eliminated from Stanley Cup contention last night I’m in no mood to talk hockey. So now you may be asking yourself what is the point of this post? Funny you should ask…now that hockey is basically over for me (and in case you were wondering, I’m rooting for Pittsburgh) I have to find something else to obsess over. So I made this handy dandy little list of things:

1. Plotting word domination. (Too easy)

2. Figuring out a way that the Sabres can win the Stanley Cup next year. (HAHAHA….oh sorry…I mean um, well, yeah, I’m not even attempting this one)

3. Finishing some scrapbooking I’ve been meaning to do for the last year. (Definitely doable).

4. Figuring out some way to get Sharpie and Paul in the same room so they can duke it out over my heart. (This could be problematic)

5. Getting Paul to finally admit that he can’t live without me. (Enough said)

I think #3 and #5 are completely plausible and I shall strive to complete them before school begins in August. Wish me luck:)

Sorry I’ve been gone so long, my friends.  Finals at school, state inspection at work, friends with crises, a little trip down to Pittsburgh to watch the Papermate Series with some lovely, lovely, ladies, and a little bit of rest lasted a lot longer than I thought it would.

As far as the title goes, my summer vacation really has just begun.  Technically today is the last day of the semester, but I’ve been done since Thursday.  But I say that it’s ended, because I’m really devoting myself to the Sabres cause this summer.  I’ve got research to conduct, detective work to do, and obviously, I’m reporting back to you.  In some capacity, at least.

And the wheels are already in motion.

One project I (and others) am working on involves the Sabres Show.  It’s no secret that I don’t care for Maria Genero, and I hear in the Buffalo grapevine that she’s taking a position with a local news station doing the weather?  Does this mean Kevin needs a new side-kick?  How about little ol’ sassy me?  I’M HOLDING A “WILL WORK FOR FREE” SIGN, PEOPLE!!!  I’m out for her job.  I’ll do (almost) anything.  But really, what are the chances of the Sabres hiring a 20-year-old nursing student who hasn’t a clue about anything to do with television production or PR or anything to interview their players?  Oh, wait.  There isn’t one.  And I’m rambling, so I’ll get to this point.  If there’s something you’ve wanted to see on the Sabres show, or something you disliked about it, drop me an email.  You won’t regret it.  I promise.

Okay, I walked away from my computer about 15 minutes ago, and I cannot remember what I was writing.

I love when I do this to myself.

I might be back later with comments about the Pens/Canes game.  I think it’s obvious that I’m pulling for the Pens, if only just because I’m still bitter that the Butter Snaps beat us back in 2006.  Yes, I hold grudges.  Get over it.

And for all of my lovely insight on the Blackhawks and my dear Kristopher, you know where to find that.  (And I am not at all pleased with the Detroit Red Wings.  Dan Cleary is the devil.  He can go hide in a cave now for all I care.)

Love.

Capitals vs. Rangers- Game 7 of the series commences tonight and it’s hard to say who will be the victor. If Washington can get its offense going early tonight they should have no problem solving King Henrik and the Ranger’s defense. However, if the Washington offense starts to languish and get comfortable it won’t take long for the Ranger’s offense to start buzzing like a hive of angry bees. It should all come down to who wants it more and for my sake I hope that team is Washington. I couldn’t stand to see Drury hoist that cup over his head if god forbid the Rangers should go all the way. (Yes I am still bitter about Drury leaving and no I will not get over it.)

Devils vs. Hurricanes-The Hurricanes have forced game 7 and to tell you the truth I haven’t really watched much of this series because I despise both of these teams equally. I do have to say that I somehow hate the Devils less than the Hurricanes, maybe it all goes back to the 2006 playoffs when they beat us in the Conference. Plus I don’t think that I could stand watching Beak Nose Brind’Amour hoist the cup AGAIN. I predict that the Devils will win, god willing.

It looks like it’s going to pour outside at any moment and there is nothing I like more than a good thunderstorm.

I get to register for classes tonight which means that because I don’t have high speed internet at my house that I will be watching the games over at Cari’s waiting until midnight to roll around so that I can get all the classes that I need. My schedule this year sucks because I go everyday and have a class that is 6 hours twice a week. It also means that unless I have a day off there is little chance that I’ll be able to go to any open practices this year which I find to be vastly unfortunate.

I have good news though in July Clare and I and whoever else wants to join us are going to be going to the Blackhawks convention in Chicago for a weekend. It’s bound to be a good time and if there’s even a chance that you want to go please email Clare or me and let us know. And seeing as how I’ve never been to Chicago before and I love exploring new cities it’ll be a doubly fun trip.

I already had it out with my family for being Negative Nancys this morning, and I don’t need to hear it from anyone else.

I know what can happen tonight.  Yes, I’m aware.

However!  I refuse to accept that this is it.  For some reason, I have a feeling that I’m going to be a happy girl this weekend.  (Although, that could just be because of the Blackhawks?)

In the meantime, though, this is what I will look like:

Nervous Wreck(Also, sorry that this so short.  I can’t think of anything to write in this state of mine…  Possibly something this evening.)

 

Aw, just look at Danny and Timmy!

Aw, just look at Sparky and Timmy!

So what’s so awesome about this picture, you ask?

First of all, look at Tim Connolly.  I’m sorry, and I don’t know why, but I find him incredibly attractive, and it almost kills me to say that…  I don’t get it.

Second, I love Clarke MacArthur, and I’m glad he’s started to return to his sassy ways.  Some might say that it’s too little, too late, but, ladies and gents, I’m afraid the latter has yet to be seen.  I, for one, think that Sparky’s recent offensive production could be one of the many reasons that we…  Um, well, I just won’t say it.  Call me superstitious if you’d like, but I don’t want anything blamed on me in the end.

Third, (and you probably can’t see it in the little picture I posted, but go to the Sabres photo album from last night’s game and look at this image; you’ll see what I mean) I love the crowd’s reaction to the goal.  So many people have their faces in their hands, or they just look miserable.  My favorite, though, is the little girl right behind MacArthur.  She just looks like someone told her Santa Claus wasn’t real and that they had to take her pony away.  She looks crushed.  Well, sweetie, get used to it.  At least you’re not a Sabres fan.

Oh, wait…  Did I just say that?

I’m sorry; I love being a Sabres fan.  Even though they frustrate the living daylights out of me with their incredibly stupid penalties (coughLastNightcough), their oh-shit-if-we-win-out-we-*might*-make-the-playoffs attitude, and their inexplicable inconsistency, I cannot help but adore them.  They just have that thing that makes me swoon whenever I see them…  I can’t take it anymore.  I need to love a playoff team, and I’m sort of forgetting what it’s like.

So come on, Sabres.  Please?  I’m not asking a lot.  Just five more wins!  That’s all!  And, of course, for Florida, Montreal, and the NY Rangers to lose a bunch.  Okay?  You think you can handle that?  Please?

Okay, so maybe this picture is worth 354 words.  🙂

Okay so correct me if I’m wrong but not too long ago it seemed as if the Sabres playoff hopes had gone the way of the circular file. Now it seems as if there might be a shred of hope left. Now that’s not to say that if we lose one of our upcoming games we’ll be all but eliminated, but things are definitely looking up from where they were a week and a half ago. I will admit that I was one of the people on Wednesday, when Sabres lost in overtime, saying that it was time to break out the golf clubs. Perhaps I was being too much of an alarmist, which I have a tendency to do. But now I’ve changed my tune, each day is a new day and there is always hope, and I sound like an inspiration video. I’m going to stop with the uplifting cliches now.

I missed last night’s game because I had to go to Niagara County Community College to see their production of Tick, Tick…Boom for my drama class. In reality I wasn’t even supposed to leave the house this weekend, doctor’s orders, because I’ve had a fever of 103 for the past two days. However, I was feeling better after missing school and laying about all day, and I really needed to see it in order to write a paper. Yeah that paper, which I actually should be writing right now, but whatever.

Anyways I was able to listen to the Washington goal, and the first two Sabres’ goals in the car because the musical didn’t start until 8. The musical ran without an intermission which meant that I had to wait until it ended at 9:30 to figure out what was happening with the game. I frantically pulled out my phone as the last chords of the music played and almost had a heart attack when I saw that Max had scored, but that was the last text I had. So I used the internet on my phone to figure out what was happening and saw that there were about 4 minutes left in the 3rd period. It was then that I had the suspicion that it was going to go to overtime, and because we kind of suck in overtime I put my phone away because I didn’t want to know anymore.

I hung around the lobby and talked to a few of the people that I knew and then headed to my car. Getting in I was greeted with Kevin Sylvester’s voice which didn’t sound disappointed, but I didn’t dare hope that the Sabres had done the impossible. But there it was Jason Pominville scores in overtime. Yay for broken condoms because the population in Pominville just went up by one more.

Now reading the paper this morning a great procrastination tool much like blogging I had to laugh at one thing that Miller said:

I get to play the villain for the night.

 I can see Miller as a villain in one of the old silent movies where he ties some poor girl to the railroad tracks. I don’t know what it is about him, maybe the dark shifty eyes or the lanky hair, that reminds me of the mustache twirling villains of old.

Well anyway tonight is New Jersey and Martin Brodeur, not something I’m looking forward to but there’s always hope. And there I go again.

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