1. Guess what? I’m kinda (just kinda) in the mood to think about the Sabres for some reason. I think it’s because tonight the BPO played a concert down at the harbor and I spent the whole evening looking at the arena and thinking, “I like going to the arena.”
2. I haven’t said boo about Jordan Leopold or Rob Niedermayer yet.
Here’s what I keep thinking about old J-Leo: We as Sabres fans are desperate for something exciting. We want flash, and romance. We want a swashbuckler to ride down the sails with his knife and rescue us from the monotony of this ship. We’re melancholy. We’re hungry. We’ve got ants in our pants. We’re about to start dating the sketchy guy who hangs out behind the 7-11 in the hopes that he’ll throw us on the back of his motorcycle and elevate our heart rate, even if it’s only for a few minutes. We’re bored and getting bored-er. We need a hero, but we’re not stupid enough to expect Darcy to fetch us a hero, so now we’d just settle for a bad boy.
Jordan Leopold is not that man. Thank goodness. Because bad boys are a-holes.
Jordan Leopold may not be the obviously sexy choice, but usually “obviously sexy” turns out to be “totally lame”. Furthermore, sometimes those solid, good guys get exponentially sexier when you least expect it. We’ll give him a chance, if only to please our mother. You never know.
First of all, I can’t believe I have to learn how to spell “Niedermayer”. That’s a hard one (that’s what she said).
I think the most important thing to know about Rob Niedermayer is that he BY FAR the more attractive Niedermayer. Yes, yes, I know….Scott is one of the best players to ever play the game, and he had one of the best playoff beards of all-time. Blah blah blah. Whatevs. Listen to me. Rob is better (but not at hockey) for the Sabres.
Rob is a grown-up now, but unlike the other grown-ups on the teams (Grier and Rivet), I suspect that once upon a time Rob was a hot mess, ala Tim Connolly and Derek Roy. My dream is that Rob can come in here and be a good intermediary personality, kind of like Montador. Rob’s still kind of cool (he’s definitely not an old fogy like Griersie) but he’s also outgrown his dumbass phase. He’s a matured dumbass. Maybe, just maybe, our immature dumbasses will listen to him.
(I totally made all of that up, but in the ten minutes it took me to write it, I completely convinced myself that it’s true. I love it when that happens. I also just decided that I’m not going to learn how to spell “Neidarmeyar”. Instead, I’m just going to call him “Rob” all year.)
Welcome to Buffalo, Rob!
3. Look at this funny marking in our part from “Star Wars”. I’ve played Star Wars a million times, and this marking still always amuses me.
(Can we also take a minute to appreciate what a nice picture this is? I took this picture with my phone.)
4.I have some EXTREMELY important news. Kevin (who used to write BfloBlog and now just yells at us to get off his lawn via twitter)’s son (SonOne) is writing a food blog. BuffaloKid (SonOne’s nom de plume) aspires to be a food critic. He’s ten years old, and his food interests include Mighty Taco, pizza, and fish.
I’m pretty sure that this is going to be one of the greatest blogs of all time, so if you want to be able to say “I was there when BuffaloKid started it all,” you’d better hightail it to Buffalo Kid Food.
If you ask me, there aren’t many things in this world more charming than a child blogging about Mighty Taco.