1. My schedule over the next few weeks is a NIGHTMARE in terms of hockey. I missed the opener, and I’ll miss the next two games as well. It’s almost as if the Sabres checked with the BPO before they scheduled their October games because they wanted to make sure I couldn’t watch any of the games. Silly, Sabres. You can stop me from watching your games, but you canNOT stop me from bitching about you. Oh, no. You cannot.
2. Yesterday on WGR Jerry Sullivan casually said something along the lines of, “It’s hard to feel sympathy for the 56,000 who have season tickets to the Bills.” Then, later on he said, “I’m getting sick of people saying that if the fans stop buying tickets the Bills will leave town.” (These are not direct quotes, but they are reasonable representations of what he said.)
I think you have to be an incredibly heartless person not to feel deep sympathy for longtime Bills fans. That’s all I really have to say about that.
I don’t know what’s going on with the visor, but that’s Thurman’s goat, Chompy. Chompy is quite famous on Twitter. He is also quite cute.
Both of these guys have embraced the medium in SUCH a charming way. They respond to our tweets, and they seem to be throwing themselves into the Twitter universe with a spirit of fun. I heart them both.
4. I can’t believe that Sabres don’t play again until Thursday. Lazy, Sabres. This schedule is incredible lame. It’s like “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, hockey!!!” rapidly followed by, “DAMN IT, ALL THERE IS TO WATCH ON TELEVISION IS FOOTBALL AND BASEBALL AGAIN.”
Which reminds me….
5. …Tonight, you must cheer for the Minnesota Twins. YOU MUST.
6. When I got Sabres season tickets, it was with the knowledge that even if I desperately wanted to, I couldn’t go to many of the games. (See: previously bitched about work schedule) So, Robin and I have attempted to share the wealth with our friends. We’ve sold the vast majority of our unused tickets to our friends at season ticket prices, and in some cases we made sure that specific games went to the people who we thought would enjoy them the most.
One such situation like this was our friend Richard. Richard is a new Buffalonian, an avid hockey fan, and a native Philadelphian. He is a Flyers fan so he seemed like the best possible candidate for tickets to the Flyers games. Now, before you get all outraged that we sold our tickets to the enemy, let me say this: Richard is not the enemy. I can vouch for him. He’s a good guy. I PROMISE that if while sitting in our seats he spills his beer on your girlfriend, or swears within hearing distance of your child, or punches your baby, he will have a VERY good reason for doing so. He’s a Flyers fan, not a monster.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been doling out the tickets to our peeps, and squaring away all the money stuff, so, it came time for Richard to pay up. The other day, I got a card in the mail from Richard.
Oh look! Richard is so thoughtful. He put the check in an Aud card.
NO HE DID NOT!
How on earth am I going to cash this thing? I can’t bring this into a BANK. Someone might SEE me with it. Richard IS a monster.