Archive for October, 2008

10 Questions That Arose At My House Tonight:

1. Is Craig Rivet really the difference between complete awesomeness and complete suckiness?

2. Why didn’t my Mulligatawny soup freeze well?  Why is it so gross now?

3. Am I going to have to go all “tough love” on Ryan Miller this season?  Cause this shit won’t do….

4. When exactly did I shift from skeptical of the city-wide Lindy Ruff adoration to a full blown member of the “I Heart Lindy” cult?

5. Is this the stage of the season where everyone misses about 45 open nets a night?  Already?

6. Is it time to start dying my hair to hide the grays?  I don’t have a ton of gray hairs, but they are there and they are getting on my nervies.

7. Two games in a row like this?  Really, Sabres?  Really?

8. Can you believe tomorrow is Halloween?  Where did October go?

9. Did Derek Roy eat some lead paint chips this summer or something?

10. Aren’t I glad I didn’t go to that game?

3 Things

1. Goose is coming back on Thursday, and it’s not a moment too soon.  I’ve really missed him.

2. Please welcome the following blogs to the blogroll:

Meet Me @ Chef’s – I like this blog already because the URL address ( looks like “Meet Meat Chef’s”, which is kind of awesome and totally appropriate for anything that refers to Chef’s.

Sabre Chaser – I presume the lovely authors of this blog are not literally chasing the Sabres around town; but just in case, if you are a Sabre and you are being chased by bloggers, call 1 800 STP-BLGS and we’ll call the blogging authorities.

Ottawa 67s Fan Blog – This is the blog of one of my first commenters ever, Valerie aka Blitzen.  I actually canNOT believe that all this time her blog has been MISSING from my blogroll.  It’s a travesty, and I apologize to Valerie, and my readers.  *shakes head in shame*

Hockey Night in Buffalo – I’m breaking my own rule with this one.  Caroline has juuuust started blogging, and one of my TWO rules of the blogroll is that you have to have been blogging consistently for a few weeks before I put you on there, but I’m throwing caution to the wind.  Hockey Night in Buffalo is a great looking blog, and the first two posts are fabby, so go check it out!

There are now THIRTY TWO (32) active Sabres blogs on my blogroll.  Hockey blogging has really exploded in the last year, and Buffalo is seriously representing.  I am so proud to be part of such a rich blogosphere of Buffalo fans.  WOOOO!!

3.  ….speaking of herds of Buffalo (kind of), here is a YouTube clip of some water buffalo being SERIOUSLY badass.  This video is on the long side, but I SWEAR to you, if you watch it, you will not be sorry.  It looks grim at first, but if you stick with it you’ll see an amazing act of animal kick-assery (and I promise, the story has a happy ending).  Just to get you interested, I’ll tell you that first a bunch of lions snatch a baby water buffalo from the herd, then an CROCODILE tries to steal the buffalo from the lions, and then….well, you’ll see.  It’s awesome, and everyone lives to tell the tale.

And now, the amazing true story of how Buffalo(nians) stick together to vanquish those who wish us harm:

Trust the herd.

Adam Mair’s Charm School For Bloggers

Katebits: Adam, I recently realized that I am TOTALLY confused about the Buffalo Sabrgosphere.  There are, like, a hundred million Sabres blogs out there!  I don’t even think I know about all the Sabres blogs anymore.  My blogroll is a mess.

Adam: Maintaining a tidy blogroll is important for any blogger who hopes to make a good impression.

Katebits: I do want to make a good impression!

Adam: And that’s why you’ve come to Adam Mair’s Charm School For Bloggers?

Katebits:  Yes. I’m looking for tips on blogging etiquette.

Adam:  I would be happy to assist you with that, Ms. Katebits.  First of all, I commend you for making this effort to become a well mannered blogger.

Katebits:  Thanks.  I try to be classy.  I mean, I’m not very good at being classy….but I try.

Adam: (gets out a leather bound notebook and fancy feather pen)  Alright, in what area of blogging do you feel you need the most guidance?

(Adam begins jotting down notes as Katebits speaks)

Katebits: Well, like I said, there are so many Sabres blogs now that I’ve gotten WAY behind in my efforts to keep track of them, much less read them all.  I spent a few minutes updating my blogroll today, and I realized there are 29 active Sabres blogs right now.  TWENTY NINE! And those are just the ones I KNOW about!  I need help keeping track of all the Sabres blogs so that I can enjoy them and link to them when appropriate.

Adam: (looking up notebook with a disapproving gaze) Katebits, if you want to be viewed as a lady of impeccable taste and high breeding you can’t have that many links in your blogroll.  It makes you look…oh heavens…how can I put this tactfully?…..well, to be perfectly frank it makes you look….easy.  A blogroll of this size is unseemly!  If you want to maintain a reputation as a woman of high moral fiber, some of those blogs have to go.

Katebits: Really?  But they’re all Sabres blogs!  I love Sabres blogs!  I could never choose!  No, I’m afraid my policy must remain: If you’re writing a Sabres blog and you’ve been regularly updating for a few weeks, send me an email and I’ll put you on the blogroll.

Adam: I say, this type of permissive policy simply will not do!  What about gossipy blogs about the player’s lives?  I suppose your blogroll is FULL of gossip blogs!

Katebits: Well, first of all, that’s not really our style.  Bloggers like to leave the unsightly gossip for the (sniffing in exaggerated disgust) message boards. Plus, not to be rude or anything, but no one really cares that much about your real lives, Adam.

Adam: What?!  I find that insulting!

Katebits: (cooly) Hm.  Well then, I apologize.

Adam: I’m not sure I can accept that apology.

Katebits: Why ever not?

Adam: I think that perhaps only a JOKE would say such a thing.

Katebits: Are you calling me a joke?

Adam: Perhaps I am!  Yes, I believe I am!  I think you, Katebits, are a joke.

Katebits: (getting angry) Oh, YEAH?  Well, what are you going to do about it?

Adam: I shall make you pay!  (rubbing a smelly hockey glove in Katebits’ face) YOU’RE A JOKE!

(Katebits and Adam start brawling until they are broken up by Sabretooth and members of the local media who happen to be filming the entire encounter.)

The End

(Moral of the story: Don’t go to Adam Mair for etiquette lessons, and if you want to be on the blogroll, send me an email.)

That Was Unfortch.

Hm.  That was not a very good game.  There was so much wrong with that game that I don’t really know what was wrong, so I will refrain from analysis.  Needless to say, all of the Sabres are fired.

Damn it.  It had to be Ottawa.

Unlike 75% of the arena, Robin and I stayed until the dreary end.  I believe the score was 5-0 when I turned to Robin and announced that I wanted to stay until the end of the game, no matter what.  Once you’ve made that type of commitment to a reeeally crappy game, it begins to take on a slap happy tone.  Both goals were surprisingly enjoyable considering all hope was lost.  When the score was 5-0 we decided that we would lower our standards, and leave happy as long as the Sabres lost by 4 goals or less.  We treated that game like a dimwitted child.  “Oh, LOOK!  You tied your shoe all by yourself! You scored a 5-on-3 goal!  YAY!  You’re SUCH a smart boy good hockey team!”  Then we’d do some exaggerated, condescending cheering.  Sometimes you have to make your own fun.

I’ve been to a lot of crappy games, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Sabres down by such a wide margin.  I took careful note of the fans around me, and I believe that the people who stay until the end of a game like that fall into one of three categories:

1. Children.  Kids don’t really seem to care about the score.  As the crowd thinned, the chances of getting up onto the scoreboard increased dramatically, which was a dream scenario for kids.  I can see how parents of perfectly happy children wouldn’t neccessarily rush to get them out the door just because the Sabres were getting their asses handed to them.  I also imagine children are like dogs in that it’s good to get them totally tired out before taking them home.  Might as well get your money’s worth out of that ticket.

2. Drunks.  I don’t usually drink at Sabres games, but I’ve noticed that QUITE a few Buffalonians tip back a Blue Light or two seven.  A lot of these people stayed late into the game.  On the way home Robin and I were discussing our plans to drink some big beers at the next game. Enough of this Diet Coke bullhonkey.

3. Sarcastic Cheerers.  Drunks can also be a part of this category, and this is definitely where Robin and I fell tonight.  Perhaps this is just because I’m a relatively inexperienced game goer, but I think cheering sarcastically is pretty funny.  The dude behind us tried to start a “ZERO…..we want ONE!” cheer, which I thought was enjoyable.  I myself became somewhat preoccupied with calculating the rate at which the Sabres would need to score in order to tie the game.  “Alright!  If you score ONE GOAL PER MINUTE for the next FOUR minutes, you’re RIGHT BACK IN THIS GAME!”

All in all, that game sucked, but I had fun.  (You’re still all fired, Sabres.)

Here Come the Storm Troopers!

If you are new to The Willful Caboose, you might not know that the Ottawa Senators = Stormtroopers.  When I first started blogging last year the Ottawa Senators were scary enough to cause even the bravest blogger to poop her pants in fear.  The stormtroppers are slightly less intimidating now…..

I think that’s Jason Smith with the hot sauce in the back.

I had every intention of doing some kind of hockey related post today, but instead of writing I got sucked into Flickr photo streams of toy Senators stormtroopers doing funny things.  I particularly love this guy with the hot sauce.

This is very funny to me for some reason.

Hopefully the Sabres won’t be lulled into complacency by the Senators current (hilarious) record. I mean, sure, they’re cute NOW, but theoretically they could get nasty at any time.  Jason Smith might very well show up and try to check Roy-Z with a giant hot sauce packet.  Then we’d sure be sorry for spending so much time laughing at them, wouldn’t we?

I will be at the game tonight, so you’re on your own tonight!

Let’s go Buff-a-lo!!

Dear Sports

Dear Baseball,

Sweet mother of mercy, you’re a slow poke.  Do you really need so many pitching changes?   I will always love you, but DANG you’re a slow moving mofo.  (But thanks for creating a situation where we got to see five men in the infield last night.  That was a hoot.  I’m rooting for Philly, but I wish that sassy scheme had worked, just for the wacky factor.)




Dear Football,

I like you when the Bills win, but when they lose I feel resentful about the time I lost watching you.  I think I’d often prefer to be doing other things.  Sorry.




Dear Basketball,

Um, I know almost nothing about you.  Carry on.




Dear Hockey,

I love you so.  I love how you are fast, and beautiful, and dangerous.  I love how there is very little downtime during a hockey game.  I think you are so much better than the others.



Fancybit Update

I am participating in two fantasy hockey leagues this year, and you don’t care about either of them, just like I don’t care about your fantasy teams.  To be honest, I don’t even really care about my own fantasy teams.  I like humorous smacktalk, and I like making jokes about “lockeroom chemistry,” but I can’t get very worked up about how my fantasy guys are performing.  My Fancybits avatar is a hundred times more important to me than my lineup. (Incidentally, I think the default Yahoo! avatars that blink and look around are the CREEPIEST things ever.)  This week I believe I have met my perfect fantasy hockey match in Patty (in Dallas) and her Paddleball Gamers.  Here is a screenshot of the delightful scene I am treated to when I log into my Yahoo! account. The combination of our redonkulous avatars and our brutal “smack talk” has been delighting me to no end this week.  Patty, you have been a worthy opponant, and I’ve enjoyed playing against the Paddleball Gamers.  Best of luck to you in the coming weeks.

Yes Way!

There is a joyfulness surrounding the Sabres now that just wasn’t there last year.  Sure, starting the season 6-0-1 will create some joy, but their new attitude was evident even on opening night.  These Sabres are more confident, and it’s visible from the stands.

Last night was the first time this season that I realized that I feel some of the same confidence that the Sabres are exhibiting.  The come-from-behind was a surprise, but I didn’t absorb it with the same kind of incredulous disbelief as I would have last year; instead, I simply sat on the couch, giggling happily.  This year, I don’t start writing the end of my game day blog post until the game is totally over.

The Sabres really didn’t deserve to win last night, but frankly, neither did the Wild, and the Sabres made them pay.  Last year it seemed like the Sabres were constantly fighting against themselves, this year much of that nonsense is gone, and the Sabres can focus on beating the other team.

I know it’s a long season, and we have barely just begun, but MAN it’s great to watch such a strong start.

Sabres @ Wild 10/23/08


Mood: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  The Sabres are playing the Minnesota Wild!  I may have lived in Philadelphia after college, and I might be a Buffalonian now, but I am a Minnesotan at my core.  Good-natured passive aggression runs through my veins.  I am a Minnesotan by birth, but I am a Buffalonian and Sabres fan by choice.  Let’s go Buff-a-lo!
Favorite Sabre: Thomas Vanek is holding strong in this category.  His sudden transformation from Slag-Faced Whore to foxy Mr. “You can count on me” Pants, has taken me by surprise.
Least Favorite Sabre: Craig Rivet’s knee. What a jerk.
Prediction: The Wild will try to trap us to death, Ddeerreekk Bbooggaarrdd will demolish Andrew Peters, the final score will be 2-1, and CrotchetyOriginalSam will ignore the entire thing because his beloved Phillies are playing game 2 tonight. (Not that I blame him a bit.)
Twin Cities related thing representing my hopes for this game: Spoonbridge and Cherry sculpture from the Walker Art Center’s Sculpture Garden.

spoonbridge-and-cherryI love how this giant sculpture hovers over Minneapolis, all delicious and adorable.  Um, I have no idea what it has to do with hockey though……Oooh!  I know!  The spoon is the Eastern Conference, and the cherry is the Sabres sitting AT THE TOP BEING AWESOME.  Oh, that’s deep.  That’s a $100,000 liberal arts education talking, folks.

After the 1st (0-1, Sabres)

Summary of events: First the Wild tried to kill hockey, then Staffy was like, “This one is for the mouse potatoes,” and proceeded to score a REALLY foxy goal. As a mouse potato, I thank you Drew Stafford.
Mood: Amused
Favorite Sabre: I TOTALLY knew that Staffy would be back.  I love him.
Least Favorite Sabre: Paul Gaustad’s thumb.
Twin Cities related thing representing this game so far: Downtown Minneapolis skyways

Minneapolis skyway

Sometimes it’s so cold in Minnesota that if you go outside for too long, you’ll die.  So, in order to make downtown useable, they connected all the buildings with connecting walkways that we call “skyways”.  You can walk for 8 miles in downtown Minneapolis without ever going outside.  The skyways are just like this hockey game because……um…..The Wild are trying to… um….freeze the Sabres out, but it’s not going to work because…um….the Sabres can just take the skyway get Staffy to score….?  Something like that.

After the 2nd (2-1, Wild)

Summary of events: Chaos at my house. First, Charlotte the dog was fighting with her guest Katie the dog, then Dan came over to give me keys to his place so that I can feed his cat while he and Ann are in Philadelphia this weekend. Then, in the middle of the chaos I glanced up and Crunchy was lackadaisically allowing a goal to waltz in over his shoulder.  Then I looked up again, and the Wild were winning.  Then, I realized that if I see that commercial where the guy says “Hot girls…..on skates,” even ONE MORE time tonight, I’m going to cry.
Mood: Wary
Favorite Sabre: Still Staffy.
Least Favorite Sabre: Jochen Hecht’s girly finger.
Twin Cities related thing representing the 2nd period: Minneapolis South High School


A perfectly good school.  My windowless prison.

After the 3rd (3-3)

Summary of events: Crunchy shot the puck right into his own net and then he was all, “Oopsies.  My bad.”  Then the rest of the Sabres were like, “We can’t win a game in which Crunchy scored an own goal, can we?”  So they skated around lifelessly for 15 minutes.  Then Thomas Vanek was like, “HELL YES WE CAN STILL WIN THIS GAME BITCHES!” Then both teams decided that they wanted the guaranteed point.  Then Katebits was like, “Okay, this is bizonkers.  You guys were looking totally lifeless and then out of no where you came back!  I love you!”

At the End, (4-3, Sabres)

AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!  I can’t believe they won that game!  That was awesome!  Gambler was at that game!  They did it for Gambler!

Seriously!  What just happened?!  The Sabres have 13 points right now.  It took the Sabres until, like, Februray to get to 13 points last season.  WOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Minnesota related thing representing this game: Princess Kay of the Milky Way butter princess bust from the Minnesota State Fair.


Much like the Minnesota State Fair, that game was fabulous.

Philadelphia Was a Good Place to Live

I briefly texted with an old friend in Philly about the World Series today.  (Some of you may recall that I lived in Philadelphia for almost four years before I moved to Buffalo.)  I love Philly, I love Philadelphians, and even though I think the Rays are very scrappy and appealing, I’m rooting for the Phillies to win the World Series.  Based on the intensity of his texts, I got the feeling that my friend is so keyed up about baseball that he can barely function.  It makes me happy to think about Philadelphia right now.  Since I left Philly, John and I have had a lot of arguments about which city needs a parade more- Buffalo or Philly?  OBVIOUSLY, the answer is Buffalo, but since Buffalo is not in a position to win a championship this week, and it’s not the Flyers we’re talking about, I’m going to go ahead and cheer for Philadelphia.  Just for a few days.

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