1. Goose scored a foxy goal and did his funny “I don’t quite know how to celebrate” happy dance. Cute.
2. Chris Butler did an interview at the second intermission (when the game was tied) where Kevin Sylvester was attempting to ramp up the drama with a lot of “It all comes down to THIS PERIOD, Chris! The entire season is on the line!” and you could practically see the thought bubble above Butler’s head that said, “Wait…what? Um, there is NOTHING on the line, Kevin.” But he didn’t say what he was really thinking, because Chris Butler has a good head on his shoulders.
3. The Sabres won! I know! I’m as shocked as you are! I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I’m a little cranky about the Sabres these days. It was a relief to find myself still interested in cheering for them.
4. I watched it on a 45 minute DVR delay, and I was all caught up by the end. I hate DVRed games in general, but I kind of love them when the delay is very slight. I fast forwarded straight through all those Hershal Gelber commercials. Hurt in a car? Call William Ma-Idon’thavetowatchthesecommercials.
5. There was a long lingering shot of James Patrick behind the bench which reminded me that I think the Sabres should promote him when they fire Lindy. (I know, I know, the Sabres are NEVER going to fire Lindy….but I like to have a plan B ready to go. Just in case.) Somehow during this season I got it into my head that Jeep is in charge of the PK (I have no idea if this is true). Since the penalty kill is one of the only reliably good parts of the Sabres game, I think it’s safe to assume that James Patrick is a good coach who the Sabres are willing to obey. He’s hired!
6. Heather and I had a funny email conversation about how our blueline is quite fugly. Hank and Teppo excepted. I happen to have a weakness for Toni Lydman, but I think that might just be one of those little quirks that makes me, me.
7. WOOOOOOO, only two games left! I mean, wait…no….darn it…..the season is almost over. Rats! *shifty eyes* I’m….so sad about the end of this super fun season. Whatever will we do in the glorious drab springtime without the Sabres to watch?