Remember me? That chick who used to blog about the Sabres? Well, I’m back baby. Last week I meandered away from our little slug clad anti-heroes. I just couldn’t care about them. But then I went to the Panthers game. My mission going into the arena was, “Don’t let them put you in a bad mood.” I enjoyed that game immensely, and I think I probably would have enjoyed myself even if the Sabres had played themselves out of the playoff race. A switch has been flipped in my approach to this season. Frankly, I’m assuming they are going to miss the playoffs now, which sounds depressing on the surface, but in reality my new bad attitude has allowed me to enjoy hockey again. The season is going to be over before we know it, and I might as well enjoy the games we have left. It’s crappy hockey, but it’s still hockey.
Mood: Tired, dude! I’ve been violing like it’s going out of style. When I’m not playing the viola, I’m sewing little square scraps of fabric together. My life is very glamorous.
Favorite Sabres: Let’s see, who is on this team again? No, no, no NOT him, um, no, no, no, maaybe, no, no, oh HELL NO, no, nope, oooh! Patrick Lalime! Patrick Lalime is a hero, and don’t you forget it.
Least Favorite Sabre: Jason Pominville is just freaking me out now.
Prediction: Thrashers win 3-1. Sorry.
Fabric representing my hope for this game: Black and gray plaid. I have replaced the time I used to spend thinking about hockey, with time spent thinking about fabric. I have a disease. My name is Kate, and I’m addicted to looking at fabric online. You can expect this blog to morph from nonsense about hockey to nonsense about fabric any day now. (Fabric and hockey are pretty much the same audience, right?) Anyhoo, I’m predicting this game will be a boring old square of black plaid.
Black plaid isn’t really bad, it’s just a little lame. Kind of like the Sabres.
After the 1st (1-0, Thrashers)
Mood: Unimpressed. That was pretty uninspired. The Sabres look tight, and they are being out worked by the Thrashers.
Favorite Sabre: Max. I’ve had a weird burst of affection for Max since he’s returned from his injury. It’s not like he’s been hugely effective or anything, but he often looks like the only Sabre on the ice who really gives a damn. Sure, he usually just skates spastically around before taking a weird angle shot that deflects directly to the opposition, but whatever. At least he looks like he’s trying.
Least Favorite Sabre: Jason Pominville is never scoring again. I don’t think he’s even trying to score anymore.
Fabric representing this game so far: camouflage that appears in normal street clothes.
After the 2nd (3-1, Sabres)
Mood: Relieved. I was getting worried that I was going to have to think of a fabric worse than camouflage and the very thought was making my head spin. Also, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Summary of events: First the Sabres were like, “Hm. Is a diaper worse than camouflage? Can a diaper even be considered fabric? Isn’t a diaper something you make out of fabric?” But then they were all, “Hey, let’s stop trying to think of a fabric uglier than camouflage and try to score some goals.”
Favorite Sabre: Maxim Afinogenov. You know what? Common sense be damned. I love him.
Least Favorite Sabre: Still Pommers, but maybe slightly less so because he appeared to TRY to score at least once in that period.
Fabric representing this game so far:
after the first goal: Lily Posy from Baskets of Flowers
Kind of prim, but still a cutie.
After the second goal: Bluebell Posy from Baskets of Flowers
After the THIRD goal: AH09 Gold from (my beloved) Garden Party
Like a ray of sunshine, Max and Vanek team up for prettiness.
After the 3rd, OT, and a shootout (4-3, Thrashers)
Mood: Grossed out, and incredibly sad for Patrick Lalime. Poor bastard.
Summary of Events: The Sabres give up a shortie to make it 3-2. Jason Pominville fails to clear the puck with three seconds to go, and the Thrashers tie the game. Then, somewhere in Edmonton, Ales Kotalik chuckles wryly as twenty million Sabres fail to score in the shootout.
Fabric representing this game: Cloth diaper.
Just be glad I chose a clean diaper.