Okay.

I seriously feel terrible calling myself a blogger when I only write meaningless run-on, swooning sentences about the Sabres, or hockey in general, but even more so when I do it on the random occasion.

But this evening (or this past evening… whatever, it was Friday night) I had a bunch of the blogger girls over to my house for a little dinner party, which was quite lovely.

And boy, oh boy, do we have some good stuff in store for you this summer.

That’s all I’m going to say about that now, but just wait.  Sabre Chaser will be back with a vengeance soon enough.

The playoffs are intriguing me greatly, however.

I honestly cannot believe that we’ve already seen three–COUNT ‘EM, THREE–sweeps thus far.  That’s pretty amazing.

Also, the Chicago-Calgary series is quite feisty and intense.  It’s really killing me.  The odd part of it is, though, that whichever team scores first in the game has lost the game, without fail.  So I’m just hoping that the Hawks hold off and wait for the (F)Lames to score first, and then pile the goals on.  Hopefully, though, Iggy and Co. will decide to net their first sometime during the first, and not with 0.2 seconds on the clock in the third.

Because if they make the second round, I’m driving to Chicago for a game.  For serious.  Kim, Clare, and I are going.  No lie.  I’ve been trying desperately to win tickets to any game, any way that I can.

It obviously hasn’t worked.

But really people, as I was explaining to Kim and Anne earlier, I truly feel terrible that I’ve neglected my little baby of a blog recently.  So if you miss my updates and pointless posts and whining about the Sabres and gushing about Derek Roy, follow me on Twitter, because I’ve picked it up there.

Although, I haven’t been tweeting so much in the past few days because I’m still trying to get the hang of my new phone.  I’ll tell you, as pretty as it is, the BlackBerry Storm definitely takes some getting used to.

So anyways, my Twitter can be found here.

Be back soon!  (I hope.)

PS:  On a sad note, my poor Portland Pirates have been eliminated from the Calder Cup Playoffs in the first round by the Providence Bruins, four games to one.  😦

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In order to not focus on the Sabres just yet, I’ve been watching hockey every chance I get.

This Anaheim/San Jose series has the potential to be historic.

And for once in my life, I’d like this to go the way I want it to.

Because we’d all like to see a certain brother of the guy pictured with a similar facial expression, wouldn’t we?

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Also, you should all join this Facebook group I made because of a conversation Kim, Anne, and I were having.  It’s pretty epic.

Because we don’t think Phil Kessel should represent the USA at the Worlds if Paul Gaustad isn’t.  (Yes, we know Phil isn’t on the roster either, but he was last year, and we don’t like him, so there.)

Blackhawks tonight!!  We all know how excited I am about that!  And it’s on Versus, so you all should watch Kristopher too.

So it’s pretty obvious to you all exactly how much I love the Sabres, and how much I love playoff hockey, and how much I love, love, LOVE Sabres playoff hockey.

But really, I also love non-Sabres playoff hockey.

Don’t get me wrong; initially, it sucks.  But once the first puck drops, it’s sheer happiness, because I don’t have to be conflicted or feel guilty about falling for other teams.

I did this the hard way this year when I fell for the Blackhawks back in January. 

Anyways, I know it’s a day late, but here are my picks (I’m not going to bore you with the details as to why I’m picking.  Just know that there’s probably a guy I’m in love with who suits up with that jersey.  coughKrisVersteegcough).

 

EASTERN CONFERENCE

Boston v. Montreal.  Boston.  For sure.  I think pretty easily (I don’t make game predictions, because people just pull number out of their asses when they do that.)

Washington v. New York . Washington.  I was thinking they would win this easily, but after seeing the clips of last night, the Rangers could give them a run for their money.  I still think Ovie and the Caps will prevail.

New Jersey v. Carolina.  Carolina.  I hate the Hurricanes, but I hate the Devils more.  There ya go.  Plus, Mike Ryan doesn’t hurt their image at all.  Maybe this one will have to go the distance.

Pittsburgh v. Philadelphia.  Pittsburgh.  Pretty easily at that.  I love Marty Biron and all, but there’s absolutely no way I’ll cheer for the Flyers.  (Sorry Philly fans.  I just can’t bring myself to do it.)

 

WESTERN CONFERENCE

San Jose v. Anaheim.  San Jose?  Duh.  Easily?  I really don’t care though.

Detroit v. Columbus.  How much would I love it if Columbus completely upset the Wings??!?!  IMMENSLY.  Come on Rick Nash, Michael Peca, and lest I not forget Antoine Vermette!!  Realistically, though, I’m thinking the Wings, fairly easily.

Vancouver v. St. Louis.  Vancouver, fairly easily.  I love Jay McKee, yes, but I hate Keith Tkachuk.  No one injuries Timmy AND Kristopher and gets me to cheer for them.  No way.  But I would love to see Jay succeed.  My allegiance though, is with Big Bear, Kesler, and Willie Mitchell.  And, of course, Taylor Pyatt.

Chicago v. Calgary.  This one should be completely obvious.  Chicago.  In a sweep.  No, no…  Easily.  🙂

 

There you have it, kids.  That’s what I know I’m hoping will happen.

And now, as I wrote on Twitter, I’m going to put on my Blackhawks shirt and run errands all over Buffalo.  With my luck, I’ll run into Derek Roy at the gas station with VERSTEEG emblazoned on my shoulder blades.  That’ll go over real well when I run over to him gushing about my love for him.  This, my friends, is when I’ll need one of you to go to a statuary and have them begin to engrave my headstone.

Thanks, loves.


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?

Wrong. 

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.

The last game of the season is tonight and I enter it with mixed emotions. On one hand it’ll be nice to be able to watch a game with almost no emotional involvement. On the other hand I almost wish that I was able to have emotional involvement because that would mean that the Sabres were in the playoffs. I’m not sure how I feel and I guess the last game of this season will set up how I’ll feel about next season.

I’m not about to use the adage that most people in Buffalo seem to use everyday when it comes to our sports teams. There’s always next year. There they are the words of death, there’s always next year. If we keep hoping that next year is going to be the year, I’m pretty sure we’re always going to be disappointed. In the world of hockey things never seem to change, sure the players rotate in and out. But just when we seem to be getting somewhere our dreams are dashed because the players decide that they have better things to do than play the game that they’ve been paid to play.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sick of waiting for next year, why can’t it be this year? Oh that’s right because the Sabres decided that they didn’t want to win, now I’m not placing blame on any one person. Because believe me there is enough blame to lay down on everyone associated with the team.

At Sara’s birthday party last night a group of four of us sat around the dining room table and preceeded to solve all of the Sabres’ problems. Which included having every single person in the Greater Buffalo Area contribute a dollar to a fund in which we would attempt to buy the Sabres from Golisano. Now after discussing this prospect for awhile we decided that that would be a disaster and that we should nix that idea. We discussed who should stay and who should go. Who was to blame and what changes we want to see next year. There was some pretty intelligent conversation going on between people who had been drinking for awhile and I’m pretty sure if Regier had been sitting there we would have given him a few pointers on how to run the team.

Like I said I go into tonight’s game with mixed feelings, but I hope for the Sabres’ sake that they can come out with a win and make the end of the season a happy time, even though they didn’t make the playoffs.

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.)

There’s no significant reason; just because I can.

Really, though, I’m finding it terribly hard to be optimistic about the Sabres.  And I’m also finding it hard to find anything nice to write.

So I was trying to go with the old adage, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”  But then I’d feel like I was deserting you, but I could never do that.

But really, I can’t think of anything to say.

I’m a heartbroken woman who wants nothing more than the one(s) who broke her heart to find happiness.

How do you remedy that?

 

 

Oh, I know…  By watching the Blackhawks and the eventual World Championships.  Let’s hope Princess D makes the roster.

Because I’m sure the Sabres could use a few hundred easy buttons right now, and I’d be willing to spend every last penny that I have to my name on them.

I really need the Sabres to make the playoffs.

Last night during the game I was at work.  Now I’ve promised M.J. that I would keep her updated on the games, so I was fulfilling my duty.  I told her, when we were down three goals, that I felt like crying.

I’ve only cried over the Sabres twice.  Once when Brian Holzinger was traded (I was 7), and again when Brian Campbell was traded (DON’T JUDGE ME).

I really didn’t want last night to be the third time.  And it would have been, had it not been one of my coworker’s birthdays, and there was leftover cake.  Derek Roy would be so proud of my emotional eating last night.

So what’s left?  Toronto?  Okay; doable.  Carolina?  Eek.  I’m worried because of the tear they’ve been on lately.  And it seems Mike Ryan has a way of making me hate him when teams I like play against him (see, February 10th’s Portland Pirates game against the Albany River Rats).  Boston?  As I said yesterday, alright.

Really, I have faith that the Sabres can pull off their end of the bargain.  Hell, the score might not show it, but they didn’t play all that badly last night in my opinion.

I just could have used a bottle of wine after the game, is all.

The tough part will be to bank on Florida and the Rangers losing both of their games.

New York is up against Montreal and Philly (two games), and Florida versus Philly, Atlanta, and Washington.

I think it can happen.

But…  Just in case…

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I was really hoping that the Sabres season wouldn’t come down to this, depending on wins against Detroit, Carolina, and Boston, as well as losses from everyone else, to get us into the post-season.

Call me a Debbie Downer, but let’s be realistic.  I’m just prepping myself for the pain I’m going to feel Sunday morning when I can no longer watch the Sabres until September.

And don’t think this doesn’t kill me, because it does.

Last night, while Kim and I were watching the Blackhawks game over at Clare’s with Emily, I was being all optimistic.  I honestly don’t remember what I said, but it was something along the lines of, “Hey, the Sabres can make it!”  But then I had to go and ruin it for myself by saying that, even if they do make the playoffs, they won’t go further than the first round.  I mean, Boston?  The Boston Bruins?  For serious?  We went 3-2 against them this year (…which is actually a lot better than I had thought; I remembered us getting killed by them basically every single time we played them except for the debut of the third jersey.  Apparently I don’t pay attention enough?).  Yes, that’s not entirely all that bad, but Boston has been atop the East all season, and they’re a damn good team who hasn’t had to kill themselves to *maybe* make the playoffs.  The Sabres would be tired, and probably wouldn’t stand much of a chance against the Bruins.

And I don’t know what’s worse…  Missing the playoffs?  Or the propects of being obliterated in the first round?

Hell, I’m going to be the same old optimistic fan I always have been.

We’re going to the finals.

 

On another note, my new best friend Ashley who lives up in Portland is the love of my life.  Mike Funk news and pictures are two of my favorite things ever, and she knows just how to make me happy.

Anne and I have been swooning for 12 hours straight for many reasons, and it’s not doing our psyches any favors.  We wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

 

And lest I forget, it’s Sparky’s Birthday!!!  Happy 24th Grizz!

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Like your typical Doof/Man-Child, Clarke doesn't know how to take a picture properly. And this is why we love him.

Go Sabres!  Let’s make it happen, boys.  I can’t take your tears, so I’d better not see any.  Although, if you’re crying, I’ll be crying, and then I wouldn’t see anything, buy you know what I mean.

 

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.  🙂

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