Mood: I work a lot of Sundays, so I very rarely get to sit around and enjoy a day of wall-to-wall hockey. Today I got up, and puttered around for a few hours making to-do lists, and preparing for a day of errands, and blah blah blah….how annoying. In a sudden and brilliant change of plans, I decided I was going to spend the ENTIRE day watching hockey. No practicing, no laundry, no cooking (I went to Weggies and bought a rotisserie chicken this morning, so I’ve been munching on that guy), and no feeling even the slightest bit guilty about “wasting” a day. This will be my third hockey game of the day from the comfy chair. I’m feeling downright blissed out. (Oddly, during the Devils game, in the middle of my lethargy, I managed to do my taxes. So, technically I haven’t done nothing today. Taxes aren’t nothing.)
Favorite Sabre: I love how Pommerdoodle busted out of his slump on Friday, but it was Craig Rivet who busted into my heart.
Least Favorite Sabre: Vanek’s jaw.
Prediction: This game has some very serious “emotional letdown” potential from the Sabres, and after back-to-back humiliating losses the Hurricanes have GOT to be desperate for a win. Hm…… Sabres win, 63-1.
Chore I should have done this afternoon representing my hopes for this game: Dishes
I don’t actually mind doing dishes, but you wouldn’t know it from looking at my kitchen. (That’s my gentleman caller, Dudley, in the back there. He comes by to do my dishes from time to time. He did not come by today.)
After the 1st (2-0, Hurricanes)
Mood: I wish I hadn’t already done my taxes. I’d do them again if I could.
Favorite Sabre: They all look the same. (Okay, wait. Mike Robitaille is cracking me up by pointing angrily at the Robistrator with his middle finger. Robi is such a crotchety old crankpot. He’s my favorite Sabre.)
Least Favorite Sabre: They all look the same.
Summary of events: The Sabres were batting their eyelashes all, “We’ve been lifting the hearts and minds of Western New Yorkers this week!” And then the Hurricanes were all, “Yeah, we’re unimpressed.”
Chore I should have done this afternoon representing this game so far: Cleaned out the car.
I’ve got a lot of junk in my trunk.
After the 2nd (2-0, Hurricanes)
Mood: Totally shocked. This game should be 1,000,000-0.
Favorite Sabre: Aw, Patrick Lalime. You don’t deserve to have to be in this game.
Least Favorite Sabre: Derek Roy is on my nerves, but it’s probably not fair to single him out. They’re all totally lifeless.
Summary of Events: Well, first I ate some rotisserie chicken, and now I’m eating some Wegmans Green Apple Sorbet, which I can highly recommend. As for the Sabres, they skated around listlessly, totally lodged in their own ends.
Chore I should have done this afternoon representing this game so far: High level diplomacy
Instead of watching this game I should have at least tried to broker peace in the Middle East. I’m so incredibly lazy and lame.
At the end (3-0, Hurricanes)
Damn it. I wish I had done my laundry. I want clean sheets.