Mood: Cautious. I don’t trust these guys. It’s been a rough week for Buffalo sports, and my heart has hardened. I’m scared to love.
Favorite Sabre: I’m going back to basics. I may be scared to love, but I am not scared to HONK. Goose is my favorite Sabre.
Least Favorite Sabre: Derek Roy is the new Thomas Vanek. Incidentally, I am SO happy that Roy-Z has been moved down to the second line. I don’t want Vanek being tainted by Roy-Z’s suckitude now that he is showing signs of rehabilitation.
Summary of thoughts: I was recently thinking about the Sabres rivals. I think that as a Sabres fan I’m supposed to hate the Flyers, the Habs, and the Leafs. Now, I’m not going to cheer any of those teams on, but I don’t particularly hate any of them based on my season and a half of Sabres fandom. I honestly think the team that I hate the most based on the hockey I have experienced this year is the Boston Bruins. I feel like whenever the Sabres had a little momentum last season, the Bruins were there to smother it to death. They always beat us, and I hate them.
Animal representing my hopes of this game: Baby sea turtle
It’s a rough world out there, kiddo.
After the 2nd (4-3)
Mood: Totally amused.
Favorite Sabre: Lately I’ve been wanting to call Pommerdoodle “P-Doods”. I’m going to try it out tonight. P-Doods is my current favorite Sabre for being so blandly snazzy and for saving Vanek from the groady influences of Derek Roy.
Least Favorite Sabre: Sorry, Heather. Hank’s fired.
Summary of events: This game is BANANAS! P-Doods quickly scored (1-0), and then Hank quickly coughed up the puck so that the Bruins could score (1-1), and then Toni Lydman had a goal stolen away by Roy-Z (2-1), and then Numminen deflects a goal past Crunchy, then Vanek and P-Doods convince me they are the best line EVER. Then, all the Bruins decide to beat Petey up at the same time, which ordinarily I would object to, but it lead to a power play goal (4-2), so you won’t hear me complaining. Then, the Bruins score again (4-3) because apparantly the Hockey Gods want this game to end 12-11.
I think this game rocks, I don’t care what Lindy yells about in the locker room. And in Crunchy’s defense, at least two of those Boston goals were totally fluky.
Animal representing my hopes for this game: An older, chillax-ier sea turtle.
After the 2nd (6-4, Bruins)
Mood: I have to be honest here. I’m somewhat irate. The Sabres are supposed to be good, and they are not. At all. And they don’t seem like a team that will be fine as long as they just “stick to the system”. They seem like a shitty team. Worse, they seem like a bunch of assholes.
Favorite Sabre: Goose is not a diver. Eff you, ref.
Least Favorite Sabre: Oh, I don’t know. Mair? Peters? Crunchy? Kaleta? Timmy’s bones and muscles? Lindy? THE SYSTEM? Harry Neale? I don’t like the Sabres.
Summary of events: The Sabres ate a big piece of SUCK-ASS PIE and then vomited it back up all over the second period.
At the end (7-4, Bruins)
Summary of events: Misery
Solemn vow: I shall never love again.