One thing I’ve found very interesting about suddenly being a hardcore hockey fan is observing how I respond to the losses. Last night, I took the loss against the Devils very hard. I was seriously bummed and very fretful. Tonight, however, things are different. I’m not fretful at all….I just hate the Sabres with the burning passion of a million red-hot suns. (Except you, Crunchy. And you too, Goose. And a little bit I don’t hate you either, Toni Lydman.)
Fans of Arrested Development might remember the episode where everyone was saying “I don’t know why, but this is it.” That’s how I feel tonight. I don’t know why, but this is it, Sabres! THIS IS IT!
(That is, of course, until you win again.)
(*in Cartman voice*: God, I hate you guys.)
So suddenly Ty Conklin resembles Marty Brodeur? I mean, that must be the reason for failure to score, right? Other than hanging around Miller far too much, watching helplessly as he made yet another save…oops. The Islanders were not overcome with awe, beating NJ 5-2 Saturday.