1. Holy TOLEDO do I have a lot going on right now. My life is a little over the top these days, so if the blog suffers in the next few weeks (and it almost certainly will), I apologize. On the other hand, in the past I’ve found time for the blog when I was letting everything else fall by the wayside, so, you never know. I might find myself with a mountain of work, and a million phone calls to make, and a zillion notes to learn, and the sudden, OVERPOWERING urge to investigate some bit of fanciful Sabres news. Take right now, for example. I’m supposed to be bringing a bunch of junk over to my storage unit, but instead, I’m blogging.
2. I absolutely adore listening to hockey games on the radio. A friend of mine recently asked if I can follow the action when I’m listening to the radio and the honest answer was, “No, not really.” The thing is, I don’t really care about the specifics of the action when I’m listening to the radio. Hearing sports on the radio is more of a sensory-thing than a sports-thing. Listening to Rick and Harry and the sound of hockey on the radio is akin to listening to the soft patter of rain on the roof. Sure, the emotions created are different, but the sound of hockey seems to be directly connected to some cozy, soothing part of my brain. I don’t mind that these games are not being broadcast on television in the slightest, because I love listening to them on the radio. It’s a good way to transition back into the hockey season, if you ask me.
3. The good folks over at Buffalo Eats have asked me about my favorite Buffalo vittles, so if you want to read about what I like to eat, I suggest you take a peek over here. Buffalo Eats is a fun, unpretentious blog about nom-nom-noming your way through Buffalo. Highly recommended.
4. I made the mistake of reading this article in the Buffalo News, and I’m now considering a full blown Sabres media blackout as a result. Honestly, they should just stop talking to the press. They sound like SUCH idiots going on and on about accountability. “Accountability” reminds me of that old expression, “If you have to ask how much it costs, you probably can’t afford it.” If you have to repeatedly remind everyone that you’ve got accountability, well, you probably don’t have it.
Just zip it, Sabres. I’m glad that you guys are going to hold yourselves accountable but it’s OUTRAGEOUS that this is somehow a new concept, so, for the sake of my sanity, SHUT THE BLEEP UP. That’s right, I said BLEEP. (Funny side story: A few weeks ago, in an honest attempt to avoid swearing on my Facebook page I wrote, “This is fu*cking lame.” Heh. Whoops.)