First of all, and most importantly: Bills, you kick ass. Props.
Tonight, thanks to the fabulous (and presumably handsome) Keller, Heather and I found ourselves at the Sabres/Wild preseason game. Our seats were quite snazzy- certainly much better than the nosebleeds I usually scrounge up. The good thing about the 300s is that you can see the entire rink clearly. The good thing about the 100s is that you can see Goose all the players clearly.
Keller has foxy seats.
The game was a bit of a snooze (and the Sabres lost), but the view was excellent, and the company was a hoot. Heather and I will be attending a handful of games together this season, and if the following conversation is any indication, I think we’ll make good game buddies:
Kate: Wait. Weber is number 4 now? That’s sad. I miss Nolan Pratt.
Heather: Yeah. I don’t know how I feel about this. I liked Weber as 34.
Kate: Well, 4 is a MUCH better number, so I can’t say I blame him.
Heather: I don’t like single digit numbers.
Kate: WHAT?! I LOVE single digit numbers. I think 4 is a PHENOMENAL number.
Heather: The only single digit I like is 5.
Kate: Well, you’re an idiot.
Heather: Well, you’re a beeyotch.
Sabretooth stood in our aisle for the national anthem. I had a hard time concentrating on anything else with Sabretooth so near. How could I possible look away?
With his paw to his heart during the anthems.
Speaking of Sabretooth and “ridiculously cute,” the Sabres are now selling the best souvenir EVER- foam Sabretooth paws! I’m a big fan of the entire foam finger genre, but I am particularly fond of foam paws. I have a foam claw paw from the Wild game that I attended over Christmas last year, and it’s one of my most prized possessions. I’m not kidding. I’m looking at it right now. I totally love it. The Sabretooth paws are even BETTER because instead of ferocious claws, it’s just has that nice round Sabretooth paw print. Very friendly and cute. There were a couple of guys a few sections over who had them and Heather and I were totally preoccupied with watching them high five with the paws whenever something good happened on the ice. After the game was over we hightailed it to the gift shop, but they were sold out already. Note to the Sabres organization: we demand foam Sabretooth paws, and we demand them NOW.
Okay, about the game:
- Good Max/Bad Max was in full effect. Max was all over the place, being speedy and awesome and generally enigmatic. I was either in love with him or hating him all night- nothing in between. Mostly loving him though. I predict that Max is going to have a great year if only so the people of Buffalo have something to freak out about come July 1st 2009.
- The less said about Staffy the better. I still believe.
- Nathan Gerbe is reDONKulously small but he’s got moxie to spare. He’s got tinytude, if you will.
- I might be a little bit in love with Craig Rivet.
- Patrick Lalime seems like a perfectly serviceable backup NHL goalie. I felt generally comfortable with his play all evening and he made a few nice stops. The shootout felt a little less secure, but that might just be my scars from watching all those terrible shootouts last season talking. Those wounds might never heal.
- Pommerdoodle started the game with the C but after the second intermission it was gone. This prompted Heather and I to discuss a scenario in which the C is attached with velcro so that Lindy can rip it off the chests of errant Sabres during the intermission if he is suitably disgusted with their play. I think the idea of a sad, lonely C on the floor of the lockerroom is quite amusing.
- Goose jammed his thumb punching a Wild player repeatedly in the face. Totally worth it.
-I feel very strongly that the teams should wears whites at home. I really like the Wilds’ red and green jerseys, and I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to see them tonight.
- About all these Wild prospects that I was asked to keep an eye on…….I had a hard enough time keeping track of the unfamiliar Sabres prospect, much less the Wild prospects. I’m afraid I have very little too report about the Wild players. They seemed to be mucking up the neutral zone quite nicely, but beyond that, I don’t have much to report, EXCEPT for the charmingly named “Clutterbuck”. Yesterday in the comments, ms. conduct asked me to keep a particularly close eye on Clutterbuck figuring that he might be easy to spot because of his cartoonish name. Well, not only did we SPOT Clutterbuck, but we spotted a CLUTTERBUCK SIGN. How ridiculous is THAT? There was a woman in the arena holding a sign that said simply, “Cal Clutterbuck”.
We’re thinking the sign holder must be his mother or something.
As for Clutterbuck’s play, I was far too busy trying to take a picture of his sign and coveting foam Sabretooth paws to really notice. Sorry!
- Pre-season hockey is very fun. It’s downright relaxing. Thanks again to Keller for the tickets!