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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.
Dear Derek,
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.
Love, Cari
*****
Dear Tommy,
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.
xoxo, Cari
*****
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
*****
Dear Timmykins,
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.
Fondly, Cari
*****
Dear Sidney,
You’re an asshole.
Love, Cari
*****
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
*****
Taylor Pyatt,
Maybe breaking your foot will teach you to not block shots from your teammates. I’ll miss you, Bedroom Eyes.
–Cari
*****
To all hockey players,
You’d think you’d learned from Maxim Afinogenov’s mishaps… HOCKEY PLAYERS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO WARMUP BY PLAYING SOCCER. It should be banned.
Regards, Cari
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…
Okay, Sabres. You’ve had your fun. And by fun, I mean toying with the hearts of countless people throughout Western New York, Southern Ontario, and across the country.
AND WE DON’T APPRECIATE IT.
In fact, it’s downright despicable. I really don’t care for how you’ve been playing, at all. Goaltending? Needs to be better. Consistent, but yet, needs to be better. Defense? Don’t even get me started. Offense? Ditto.
First of all, DEREK ROY I TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN’T BE FRIENDS WITH ANYONE. Not the coach who led you to the Memorial Cup, no one. Know why? Because he coaches Gregory Campbell. YOU CAN’T BE FRIENDS WITH HIM. Wanna know why? Because he could have single-handedly beat you last night. That’s why.
Anyways…
I mean, something is obviously wrong in the locker room. I, for one, don’t think it’s Lindy Ruff’s fault. The guys don’t have it in them. I don’t know why, but they just don’t. Somehow, though, I honestly feel like management might call for Lindy’s head. But I don’t think Regier would allow Ruff to be axed; they’ve been together too long, and they were together when this team didn’t make the playoffs, what, three seasons in a row? Regier, as we are all too well aware, is not one to jump the gun, so I really believe that Ruff’s job is safe, and that’s fine by me, because he is an elite coach.
That being said, I’ll refer to my comment about the guys just not showing up. What’s my solution to that? Make some phone calls to Portland. Get Nathan Gerbe on a plane ASAP. If I were Lindy, I’d stick with the plan of benching guys. I’m still on the Bench Derek Roy Bandwagon. He most definitely needs to play better (and obviously my theory of embarrassing him didn’t work as well as I had hoped). But seriously. Rotate Gerbe in for the guys we are very much underachieving this year. Oh, wait… That’s pretty much everyone except for Vanek, and I’ll throw MacArthur in there (strictly because of his numbers) and Mancari (because he’s played pretty well). And like I said, don’t even get me started on the D. Seriously, bench them all. Play Paetsch and Weber in Lydman and Tallinder’s spots for a few games, and then in Sekera and Spacek’s, and then Numminen’s. I won’t throw Rivet in there because he’s been battling injuries all season, but still.
SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE.
We obviously have to find what’s wrong with this team, and we have to find it now. Because as it stands, playoff-wise, we’re already on the outside. And I’m not so sure I can take another Sabre-less late spring.
Like I said to Anne today, I seriously want to jump a plane to Tampa when I drop my brother off at the airport this morning. I really want to go down there, smack every single Buffalo Sabre across the face, and then proceed to bawl my eyes out and throw a hissy fit to make them see just how much their sucking affects me.
Oh, my God. If I talk about them any more I think I actually might start crying. Either that, or my couch pillows and other household objects may suddenly be able to fly…
So, I think, instead of talking about those men who shall not be named (Sounds like Harry Potter, eh? I think I might use Kim’s method: ******.), I think I’m just going to post ridiculous pictures of them, and talk about my boyfriends from the other teams.
Here goes.
So, in last night’s game, my Florida boyfriend, the beautiful David Booth did what? Nothing. Oh, that’s right, because he didn’t play, because he has some shoulder injury.
WHY IS IT THAT THE ONES I LIKE ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS GET HURT????
But Marcus Naslund scored for the Rangers, neither of my goalie BF’s played in the Islanders/Caps game, both Staal brothers let me down in their matchup, Shea Weber netted a goal, Todd Fedoruk did as well, and that’s it. Well I guess I pretty much got stood up across the board. But thank you, Marcus, Shea, and Todd, for trying to cheer me up. But, alas, it didn’t work.
At least Tampa lost… But, wait, I don’t think that will matter since they absolutely steamrolled us when they were up here last.
Umm, so a picture…
So I lied. I can’t look at my pictures of the ****** without getting all kinds of upset. Well, I’ll put up a picture of one of my guys who didn’t let me down last night:
The Pirates couldn’t possibly let me down last night because they didn’t play.
In fact, they only made me love them more.
While the Sabres are out making millions by playing terribly and galavanting on the beach and Chippewa, the most adorable hockey players every (coughTHEPIRATEScough) are doing charity work. Yeah, that’s right, and making the days of countless children, grown men, and adoring women.
Three of the four Mikey-Poo’s in Portland (Card, Funk, and Kostka), along with Derek Whitmore unveiled the newly remodeled Dorothy Elizabeth room at Gary’s House, a Ronald McDonald-esque house, in Portland. They also decorated for Christmas.
And then Tim Kennedy (who looks like a child himself) and Jimmy Bonneau did a signing.
The Pirates are my new hockey loves.
Take that, Sabres. Oh, and Derek Roy? I’m breaking up with you.
And I’m not talking about the Sabres game, because that was terrible.
And I felt terrible, because it was Jason’s first Sabres game, and the only exciting thing that happened was Peters’ fight, which wasn’t even that good to begin with.
I mean, it was obvious that they were trying, because things worked pretty well, at times. But there is absolutely no excuse that we get shut out when we miss at least four wide-open nets. It’s just not right.
There are only a few guys that I think played decently enough: Mark Mancari (who got the third star YAYYYYY), Nathan Paetsch, and Paul Gaustad. You can argue others, and I’d probably agree and apologize for omitting them in hindsight, but that’s what I’ve got.
I seriously think that the only way to get through to these guys would be to place Timmy and Al on IR, and call up Gerbe and Kennedy, and let some guys who have something to fight for play. If the regular guys’ jobs are in limbo, they’ll show up. They will. Nobody likes being benched so a guy from the minors can show them up. That’s like you being at your job for five years, and you’re being told by your boss that the guy who just got promoted from the mail room is more efficient than you.
Another couple things about them: Craig, as much as I love him, hasn’t been the same since he sat out with his knee injury, and we need a game from Ryan that’s a win from the goalie. And there are others, as well. Drew needs to stop gripping the stick so tightly, and get angry for being benched. He just seems to go with the flow, and it kills me. I’m too angry to go on.
On another note, I saw dear Timmy at the game last night. He was sitting up in the press box. And funny story… I never usually look in that area of the press box, because I didn’t think the players sat there, but for some reason my eyes sort of gravitated to him. AND I STILL DON’T GET IT. HE’S NOT THAT ATTRACTIVE. idk. He just has a really powerful aura, I guess.
Shannon and I were going to flash him, but we couldn’t really see him, mostly because he was sitting down, so we decided that possibly getting his attention wasn’t worth her boyfriend Mark and my friend Jason getting all sorts of angry and the most-likely public indecency charge. But, in hindsight, I’m sure Timmy’s got a sensor for that sort of thing, and he probably would have noticed… Yet again, another missed opportunity.
BUT I HAVE SOMETHING AMAZING TO SHARE.
Are you ready???
Are you sure? Because I’m not so sure that you are.
Well, alright. So, remember how last year, Derek was playing fantastic, and this year, he kinda sucks? And remember how we’ve been saying it’s because he’s a chunky monkey???
WELL I WANT THIS DEREK BACK:
Thanks much to awesome reader Katie for this gem. She’s my new best friend (Sorry, Kim).
And I think MJ put it best, by saying, “UM BRB clawing my eyes out because I never want to see another pic again because this one is the winner. We as a society can stop taking pictures now.“
Amen, sister. Amen.
If only that picture could help the Sabres play better…
So, as we sit in the comfy queen bed in my aunt’s second master bedroom, looking into the dreary, wet nature preserve that is her backyard, we are going to tell you every ridiculous story we have from the Pirates game last night.
(1) I freaked out because Mike Funk took to the ice for the first time this season.
(2) We swear some of the players (coughcough Mark Mancari) recognized us. Not a stretch because we did go to, like, five Amerks games last year, and we did go to a bunch of preseason practices, and of course sat right behind the bench for all of them. So he was probably thinking, “Oh, God, not those girls again.” Whatever, though.
(3) Colton Fretter literally had to dive into the Pirates bench to avoid being assessed a too many men penalty. He landed face down on the floor, but I think the heart attack he gave Tim Kennedy, who was sitting right there, was worse than any bumps he may have sustained. Kim laughed about this all night. No lie.
(4) Speaking of Tim Kennedy, we decided to come up with a new nickname for him. Since using “The Little One” could be interchangeable between he and Nathan Gerbe, I somehow, for some reason, came up with “Shirley Temple.” So, from now on, in SC, TK will be Shirley Temple. And since e did score the game winner in the shoot out, props to dear Shirley.
(5) At first, I was going to title this post “The Gerbe Derby got rained out,” because, as you probably know, he was held pointless, thus ending his streak. Sad. But watching that little maniac one the ice is insane! He’s so darn fast and smart, it’s incredible. When they say he’ll be in Buffalo in no time, they’re not far off the mark at all. He did almost die at one time when two Falcons players sandwiched him, and he fell to the ice, and one of them almost stepped on him. Yikes… But we did get some interesting pictures of him…
Apparently Mancari has Mair’s job in Porland.
He’s protecting the Gerbe Derby.
But look how ridiculous they look next to each other… =]
Can you see Gerbe? Because I can’t…
Actually, look just above the trainer’s head and you’ll see Nate’s.
(6) Mark Mancari scored a nifty little power play goal, deking around the net and putting a Nathan Gerbe pass above the goalie’s shoulder.
(7) I love going to games in Portland so much more than games in Rochester for the following reasons: they pack the house (as opposed to a peppering of fans); despite being 556 miles away from Buffalo, there was a smattering of Sabres apparel in the crowd, including a Drew Stafford jersey (which I thought was a little ironic, because it was the only jersey worn that I saw); their fans know that a goal for the home team means they stand up and scream and act like idiots (in Rochester, they just sat and clapped, and failed to inform us of this, and when we stood up and cheered we got weird looks); THE TEAM ACTUALLY WINS GAMES; the players seem almost jovial at times at the bench, other than downright depressing in Rochester; the crowd cheers when they show the Sabres’ score on the Jumbotron and we’re winning. There are more, I just can’t think of them.
(8) Speaking of actually winning games, which Rochester didn’t really know much about, when we would go there, the Amerks never won. So, at some point, before the commencement of overtime last night, I said something along the lines of “we better win because I don’t want to have driven this far to see them lose.” At that point, I realized what I had just said, so I needed some wood to knock on. Well, seeing as the floor is concrete, and the seats are plastic, the closet thing to wood I could find would have been Kim’s head. So I knocked on that. (Oh, it’s detrimental to the story to know that we were sitting a couple rows behind Springfield’s bench.) Well, apparently #4 for the Falcons, Taylor Chorney (whom we affectionately renamed Corny), saw, and laughed. I love amusing the hockey players. It makes it all worth while to know that they think we’re funny.
(9) Along those lines, more laughing by the Falcons at us ensued when the person in charge of the music decided to play Sweet Caroline. Anyone who’s anyone knows you have to sing along to this song, and, apparently it’s funny, because this time #18, Colin McDonald, had a laugh. But he was laughing because Kim decided to reach out, and put her hand on my shoulder as Neil Diamond instructed her to, and somehow that was funny. I don’t know…
(10) And, yet again, they had another laugh, when that song they always play at sporting events came on. You know the one I’m talking about (“Twilight Zone,” by Underground Spell, if you really don’t know). But anyways, we “woo”-ed when you’re supposed to, and apparently #25 Derek Bekar and their equipment guy thought this was cute because they laughed too. Apparently we’re just cute, funny girls. But you’d think they’d take the hint from the Pirates shirts we were wearing.
(11) There was an older guy sitting right behind us, and his friend, or someone he talks too often enough, was sitting in the row in front of us across the aisle, and they were talking about the Sabres at one point. The old guy said, “I don’t know them well enough to talk about them yet, really.” And if they had kept talking about the Sabres, I would’ve turned around and said, “I’m from Buffalo. What do you want to know?” just because I could have.
(12) There was a scrum in front of the Springfield bench during the second period, I believe, and someone went after Funk. BAD IDEA. Wanna know why? Because you’ll have 215 pounds of this on your ass. And you did. Idiot. And, while skating away, Mark flipped you off. Yeah, that’s right. He doesn’t have to use words. He’s just too damn intimidating.
(13) Jimmy Bonneau also got in a scuff in the Pirates’ corner at one point, and we kind of told Jimmy what to do. Although, I’m not quite sure “use your words, and your inside voice, remember your manners, and say hello to his mother” were quite what he wanted to hear.
There were more ridiculous stories and happenings, but I think that’s enough for now. There’s a few more pictures from last night, and there will be plenty more from the Sabres/Bruins game!!!!!!!
So, we’re off to shop some more, and maybe (probably) go by the Ritz to see if Paul, Derek, Ryan, or Craig are hanging around. But don’t worry, I’ll link up all the pictures Monday morning. I don’t have the time, the patience, or the battery life to do that now. Sorry!!
But Go Sabres!!
Life is now about as normal as it can ever be for me…
To start off Saturday’s festivities, I was extremely disappointed because, while Kim and I, along with her beautiful mother Maureen, arrived at the Red Carpet Ceremony admittedly a few minutes late, WE STILL MISSED ALL OF THE GUYS WHO WERE TO PLAY. That’s absolutely ridiculous, because that means I MISSED DEREK ROY. IN HIS WHITE SUIT!!!! I was completely devastated.
So, needless to say, if the Sabres say they’re going to start an event at 5:00 pm, start at 5:00 pm and not earlier. You don’t tell people to show up for a party at 10 pm and start it at 8. It just doesn’t make any sense. And we only got there, like, 5 minutes late. But whatever.
BUT I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE:
TIM CONNOLLY IS ALIVE!!!!
My love has not left me yet! Not completely, anyways. He did look about as miserable as ever, though. But look at my pictures and notice his terribly receeding hairline. It’s actually quite comical because he most definitely had a full head of hair before he went to Switzerland and shaved off his curly locks. And he didn’t even smile; he just had his signature smug, disdained look of boredom on his chipmunk-cheeked face. Lame.
AND he has a LOOK-A-LIKE!! Marc-Andre Gragnani has that Tim Connolly look on his face. Too bad I couldn’t get a picture of it. They must be roommates. It’s the only explanation. Poor kid.
And Tim Kennedy had another awkward interview!! The first question Kevin asked him was something along the lines of, “Do you realize that you’re the object of envy of every young hockey player in Buffalo?” Tim didn’t even laugh. He just looked at Kevin all seriously and said, “Yes, I do.” Retard.
Everyone let out a big collective “AWWWW” when newbie Patrick Lalime showed up with a date on each arm, two of his adorable little girls, Liliana and Rosemary, both wearing their dad’s jersey. Seriously, two of the cutest little things I’ve ever seen. What a sweetie.
And MJ will be happy to know that Adam Mair showed up, sans wedding ring, so there’s no competition with the wifey there.
Despite the set-back of missing half the team, I still saw so many beautiful Sabres, so it was worth it, AND THEN THEY WON!!!
When Vanek took that double minor, I looked at Kim and said, “Goodbye, game,” but of course Derek and Paul would pull it off in great fashion. Honestly, though, I had no voice after the first period thanks to Craig Rivet’s fighting skills, which automatically trump those of Andrew Peters, and the countless hits by Mr. Patrick (Andrew?) Kaleta. I say that because when they announced the Hit of the Game (formerly known as the Carubba Collision), the PA guy said Andrew Kaleta. Hello! Do you work for the Sabres? Do you live in Buffalo? Get it right. And while I’m on the topic of people in position to talk about the Sabres messing up, when I got home I flipped on Channel 4 to watch their sports report, and Robyn Adams upset me. She mispronounced Rivet, and didn’t even mention that we came back from a 2-0 deficit to win the game in a matter of 5 minutes, and not even that Goose tied it up with 5.0 seconds left in regulation. Idiot.
And I had to laugh because the prospects were all sitting up in the press box, and Kim and I kept looking over after we scored to see their reactions, and saw NOTHING. No one clapped, even after we tied it up. They didn’t even appear to be smiling. Only a few clapped after the game ended, but they all peaced out so quickly afterwards… Jerks. Way to support the team.
Whatever though. While I was upset with the Sabres about the whole ceremony thing, I left a very, very, VERY happy girl. Now I’m just trying to find someone to go with me to the game on the 10th so I can go to the home opener for probably the 10th season in a row. I just love hockey so much. I kind of forgot what it was like over this ridiculously long summer.
Let’s just hope they keep going like they did yesterday. Just, stop giving me a heart attack. Please. I don’t know if I can take 82 games of that. Actually, I’m not sure if I can take 96 games like yesterday’s, if you know what I mean. And I did not just say that for those of you who are superstitious. =]
So there are under 6 hours left until the start of real hockey’s return to Buffalo. So it only made the day about 100 times better when I opened my mailbox this afternoon to find the newest issue of The Hockey News waiting for me.
As usual THN has ranked the top twenty players in terms of position based on their projected performance in the coming season and I have to say it’s about time that Buffalo players made the grade. Yay Sabres someone finally appreciates you, not that I don’t but oh you know what I mean…no it’s okay Danny sorry I made you cry I know how sensitive you are…
None of our defensemen made the list but Ryan Miller was ranked number 8 in goalies, so some good news there. It should come as no surprise as to who was ranked first in left wingers, Alex Ovechkin, but the real surprise came futher down at number 8 who is this? Thomas Vanek? okay so here I am thinking this is good news at least two of our players made the list. Number 1 in centers was none other than Sidney Crosby (seriously I was stunned), but much to my apparently unending surpise Derek Roy was number 16th on that list. Could my eyes be deceiving me THREE of our players? It couldn’t be four could it? But there it was in black and white Jason Pominville ranked 8th in right wingers. FOUR PLAYERS finally getting the respect they deserve, hell the SABRES getting the respect they deserve.
I thought my happiness was never ending but there THN goes ruining it. They didn’t even predict us to make the playoffs giving us the 11th position in the East, they rank 4 of our players in the top twenty in their positions and they don’t even have the decency to give us a playoff spot. What kind of messed up crap is that? I don’t know but they are going to get a strongly worded letter detailing my displeasure with them, or I’m just going to think very hard about how much I loathe and despise them (I’m not good with confrontation).
In a special section key departures were listed which included, for Buffalo, DMITRI KALININ, seriously, someone actually misses him, I didn’t even realize he was gone. If you miss Kalinin raise your hand, anyone, anyone, Bueller, Bueller, yeah that’s what I thought. Please, if you miss him let me know so that Cari and I can point and laugh at you, you’ll be our entertainment for the week. I admit I’ll miss Steve Bernier but Kalinin now there was a one man train wreck.
And this line in the team report sums up the game of hockey:
Ryan Miller realizes in the grand scheme of things, he and his teammates are just a bunch of big kids playing a little kid’s game.
Or in the case of some of our players (Tim Kennedy anyone) little kid’s playing a little kids game.
The report included more of the same old same old on Miller, the whole team rests on his shoulders, he has to do better if the team hopes to make the playoffs this year, he played too many games last season, yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah. Thank you Hockey News for telling us here in Buffalo what we already know.
Also in the team report:
…bounce back seasons by Tim Connolly and Maxim Afinogenov will have the Sabres in the hunt for a playoff spot.
Okay first off this was written before Timmy went MIA so this just made me giggle a little because as Cari has previously reported Timmy is either dead or buried under some blond he’s screwing and can’t seem to manage getting out from under her in time to go to practice. As for Max as much as I love the man, I can’t see this being a bounce back season for him, we’ve heard for so long that he hasn’t reached his potential I’m starting to wonder if he even had it to begin with. I think we should finally realize that the guy is a one trick pony who should be taken out behind the barn and shot or in the best case scenario traded.
I guess we’ll see what this season has to offer and it all begins tonight.
It’s all Kim’s fault, so don’t blame me, but we missed the first part of practice because she had school. I totally could’ve gone by myself for the first hour and a half, but I don’t like to do much by myself (I guess I’m the typical flocking girl). So, sorry Jill, but I missed Ryan and Paul. I know, it’s tragic. I guess I need to work on my confidence and go somewhere by myself. But there are other reasons why I didn’t go that have to do with a certain someone, but I won’t get into that…
Anyways, as far as I’m concerned, Tim Connolly wasn’t there. Again. So, I still say he’s dead. Or a hologram. I don’t know which is worse.
Speaking of dead, each player was hooked up to a heart-rate monitor, much like the ones Kim and I were forced to use during our senior year gym class. And they put all of the heart rates up on the Jumbotron. Now, the thing about these heart-rate monitors is that if the sensor can’t pick up your pulse, you appear to be dead (or in this case, non-applicable). And, at one point, THEY WERE ALL DEAD. Roy, Vanek, Paetsch, Afinogenov, Lalime, Weber, Mair, Kennedy, Spacek, Tallinder… All gone. I would NOT want to be that bearer of bad news to Lindy Ruff if, say, they actually were dead. I don’t think he could be held responsible for what he would, and I think what he would do would be kill me. So it’s really a lose-lose situation for me.
And MJ will be happy to know that the new Beloved-Future-Ex-Husband was taking his babysitting job to the max of seriousness, adopting a new client, Tim Kennedy.
(I wanted to insert the picture of those two standing in line with Clarke, waiting to do a drill, but it won’t work. The caption would’ve read: Adam had to keep these two separated. I wonder who was being bad and beating up the other? Clarke probably put glue in Tim’s helmet or something… Drew is teaching him to do bad things with paste.)
And HE was smiling, too!! What is this world coming to? Tim Connolly, Drew Stafford, AND Adam Mair all smiling? Within a week? Something’s wrong with the water in Buffalo this year, I think…
Coaching/Leading practice today was James Patrick and the assistant from Portland (Sorry!! Forgot your name…). Lindy’s absence led Kim and I to wonder if he was finalizing the next set of cuts, and probably the line up for tomorrow’s game. This was kind of confirmed when they were stretching out at the end and Patrick said, “The line-up’s up, so check for your name.” That kind of made me envision them all running down the hall to the bulletin board like they do in movies about high school and checking for their name. And I can just see someone punching a locker for getting cut, or whatever. I don’t doubt that it happens. But I guess they can all (well, mostly, anyways) pretty much figure out where they’ll fall into place. And like Kim said before, the only guys’ status that I’m worried about are Paetsch, Mancari, and MacArthur.
And can I please just tell you all how excited I am to go to tomorrow’s game?!? It was totally a (sort-of) spur of the moment thing, because I was listening to the game Monday on my walkman (which I bought for $10 at Target) at work while pushing some lady around in a wheelchair, and they started talking about the red carpet thing, and I freaked out. I looked at the girl I work with and was like, “If I make plans for Saturday can you work for me?” And of course she said yes, so I called up Kim and told her to check for tickets because she’s going with her mother and I totally would’ve gone by myself (for the first time in my life), but luckily I got a seat right behind them because the lady at the arena ticket office was beautiful. BUT I’M SO EXCITED TO KICK OFF MY PART OF THE HOCKEY SEASON WITH A TORONTO GAME!!! I just hope my loves play. I know Myers is playing, but other than that, I have no clue. Dress Royzie and I’ll be content.
Sabre Chaser 
