Mood: I am a SUPER grumpy gus right now. I took an absolutely disasterous nap this afternoon. I wasn’t feeling great, so I thought I’d lay down for just a second. An hour later I woke up disoriented and IN PITCH DARKNESS (Damn you Fall Back! Daaaaamn you! *shaking fist at sky*), feeling even WORSE than when I started my nap. Ordinarily I am a big proponant of naps and lolling about, but not today. I have a pounding headache and a crick in my neck, and I blame my nap.
Favorite Sabre: Dan Ellis, we hardly knew ye. In case you weren’t aware, to make room for Jochen, the Sabres had to get rid of someone else on the roster. All of Buffalo has been abuzz with speculation that Stafford would be sent down to Portland. (He doesn’t have to clear waivers.) Well, in the most anti-climactic move EVER, the Sabres waived the new dude. Seriously, I wouldn’t recognize Dan Ellis if he walked into my living room in full hockey gear and said, “Hello, my name is Dan Ellis.” I’d be all, “…..who?” Not that I wanted Staffy to get demoted, but waiving Dan Ellis is totally devoid of drama. This is like the time on Lost they killed off that couple who was supposedly on the island the entire time but who we NEVER saw until the episode that was devoted entirely to them being killed by that weird spider that paralyzes you and convinces everyone that you’re dead so that you wind up being buried alive. Wait, the big cliff hanger is that you killed off waived the new guy? Yawn. [HILARIOUS UPDATE: Apparently the dude's name is Matt Ellis, not Dan Ellis. Sorry Matt Ellis, you deserve better than the likes of me.]
Least Favorite Sabre: Derek Roy is the new Thomas Vanek.
Summary of thoughts: I’m cranky. I hate everything. Shut up, Tim Connolly.
Snack representing my hopes for this game: The dreaded Whitman’s sampler.
After the 1st (2-1, Sabres)
Mood: I have a terrible headache. For the first time EVER, I kind of wish Rick would use his inside voice to call the game.
Favorite Sabre: It’s so good to see Yo-Yo and Goose. Jochen looks a little rusty, but whatevs.
Least Favorite Sabre: Staffy is a healthy scratch. Harsh. Also, totally warranted.
Summary of thoughts/events: After giving up an unfortunate goal, they settled down and took control of the game. Robie just said they were trapping. Seriously? That period seemed kind of zippy.
Snack representing my hopes for this game: San Pellegrino and popcorn
A really solid snack. One of my favorites.
After the 2nd (4-3, Sabres)
Mood: Extremely entertained. My headache is slightly improved.
Favorite Sabre: Thomas Vanek is so very enchanting. He’s the opposite of a slag-faced whore. He’s…a square-jawed hero. DUDE, is Thomas Vanek a Sexy, Passionate Warrior?! No…he can’t be. My mind is blown. I need to lay down. My headache is coming back just THINKING about this….
Least Favorite Sabre: I dunno, I’m kind of getting a kick out of them tonight.
Summary of thoughts/events: This game is a mess. Everyone is scoring every three seconds. If the Sabres were trapping in the first period, they must be reintroducing the Thrashers to the wild in the second period. Good thing the Thrashers are running their own wildlife preservation society. (Does that joke make any sense? See, I was equating trapping in hockey, to trapping animals. The opposite of trapping animals is setting them free. I’m trying to say that this game has been devoid of defense. Get it? Good jokes always require a lot of cumbersome explanation. That’s why I try to stay away from good jokes.)
Snack representing this game thus far: A big sloppy ice cream sundae.
It’s a redonkulous game.
After the 3rd (4-4)
Mood: I’m mildly irritated that this game is going into overtime. That was TOTALLY a goal. Vanek was robbed. This has been an enjoyable game (I can dig sloppy hockey from time to time) but I’m ready for sleeps.
At the end (5-4, Atlanta)
Summary of thoughts: Well, that sucked. Sloppy hockey is only fun when the Sabres win. They really should have won that one. I’m going to bed.