Apparently, the Sabres play a game in a half hour. This sucks a little bit for me, because I’m about to head downtown to rehearse The Nutcracker all day. (In the music biz we say, “It’s time to crack some nuts” at this time of year.)
Anyhooch, I’ll be catching this game in little bits and pieces which almost doesn’t bother me because if those guys lose again……yikes.
Katebits and Heather B if these a-holes manage to lose 5 in a row.
UPDATE: Victory! WOOO!
We are pacified……for now.
Hold the phone.
Do the Sabres totally suck now?
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Holy shintski, you guys! THE SABRES ARE NEVER LOSING AGAIN!
Little known fact: Beethoven 8 is a lot more fun to play when you already know the Sabres beat Philly on the road that night.
WOOOOOO! Let’s go Buff-a-lo!
I am in the middle of moving into my new house (and by “new” I mean “old and rickety” and by “middle of moving” I mean “painting and trying to figure out how to use all the tools I now own”). I’m not technically living in the house yet, and it still has no cable or internet service. When I’m there (which is every minute that I’m not sleeping or working), I feel very cutoff from everything, including the Sabres.
Tonight I got to do something that I’ve been looking forward to doing since I first put the bid in on this house. I spent the evening painting and listening to the Sabres on the radio (I don’t have my DirecTV hooked up yet). It was awesome.
1. I’m on vacay in Minneapolis.
2. Speaking of Minneapolis, I’m going to the Minnesota State Fair tomorrow, which might possibly be the most redonk place on earth.
3. Speaking of redonk, the Coyotes. Yikes.
4. Speaking of yikes, Drew Stafford is still not signed.
5. Speaking of not signed, waiting to close on a house is lame.
6. Speaking of lame, my quilt pattern had a sizable mistake.
7. Speaking of a sizable mistake, I should never have resisted Mad Men for so long. If it turns out that Mad Men is actually super good, does that necessarily mean that The Wire is ALSO good? I’ve been REFUSING The Wire for years, but my resistance is weakening.
8. Speaking of weakening, I CAN NO LONGER PRETEND THAT HOCKEY ISN’T RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER! IT IS! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! HOCKEY IS PRACTICALLY HERE!
I think it’s time for milk chocolate to make a comeback.
I’m sick of milk chocolate being treated like dark chocolate’s trashy little brother. Milk chocolate is delicious, and it deserves respect! Dark chocolate has gone TOO far. It’s often waxy and unpleasantly bitter. YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT. I SAID IT!
We got the bra guy! Someone showed me this clip early in my hockey watching days. It made me laugh. Because I’m twelve.
1. This picture
2. This dancing guy. I know it’s cheesy, but I don’t care.
I remember being surprised at this time last year when Buffalo got all, “Yay, football!” It seems so early, but fine by me. I like football.
Best of all is that in my experience, after football, comes hockey. Sweet.
Without the Olympics and Crunchy’s contract to tide us over, this off-season is SO much more boring then last year.
The only thing I can think to dwell on is Drew Stafford, and even I can’t get myself too worked up over him. I mean, I suppose I hope they sign him, but frankly I’m feeling very uneasy about how similar next year’s team is likely to be to last year’s team. If Staffy has to be the sacrificial lamb in the name of “change,” so be it. At this point I’m pretty confused about Staffy’s value to the Sabres, and I’m worried that he and Lindy just can’t make it work. Maybe it would be best for all parties to set Staffy free. (Free to play hockey elsewhere, not free to roam the land eating whatever brains he happens upon. Heavens, no. Staffy must be contained. The only question is…where?)
Like I said, boring times.
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