I am about to do the unthinkable. I’m going to watch a second consecutive game on DVR delay. I don’t believe I have EVER attempted such a daring feat in the history of this blog. It worked out so well the other night, that I thought I’d try it again. The conditions are very similar- I just got done with a fun little BPO show. Tonight we played a live soundtrack to a Charlie Chaplin film. I was a pretty good show, if I do say so myself. Anyhoo, it was an early night at work, so now it’s time for hockey/
Mood: Tired. I’ve been all kinds of stressed lately. My viola schedule is totally nutty, plus, I have a variety of other trials, tribulations, and exciting challenges lurking about. So, yesterday I was sitting there, feeling overwhelmed when my BFF, Ashley called. Ashley and her partner Molly (my BFF is a total lesbian), recently had twin girls. Yesterday they found out that the girls (who are less than a week old, and two weeks premature) need to be fed every two and a half hours because they are so tiny that they will lose weight if they sleep for too long without a snack. So, Ashley and Molly have to WAKE THEM UP to feed them. Every two and a half hours they have to rouse their slumbering daughters and feed them. If both parents are involved, the process of getting them fed, burped, and changed takes forty minutes. What this means is that until their babies fatten up, Ashley and Molly won’t get more than one hour and fifty minutes of sleep at a time. Ever. Have I mentioned that they already have a four-year-old? Basically, what I’m trying to say is that it’s time for me to buck the hell up, because at least I can take a Tylenol PM and sleep my ass off from time to time.
Favorite Sabre: I’m still kind of swoony from Clarke MacArther’s game against Phoenix.
Least Favorite Sabre: On my way into work I listened to a few minutes of the pregame show on WGR and they played an interview with Tim Connolly that was absurdly flat. Timmy, it’s okay to use inflection while giving an interview.
Prediction: The power play is still going to suck tonight.
Potentially stressful event representing my hopes for this game: Spelling bee
Spelling bees are scary, but they’re not THAT scary. I mean, the competitors are prepubescent nerds. How scare can it get? (That question is NOT a challenge, Sabres)
After the 1st (0-0)
Mood: Cranky. It’s time for these prepubescent nerds to start scoring goals. Also, my non-HD channels have been all wonky and pixellated lately, and for SOME STUPID REASON the Sabres don’t broadcast the road games in HD. For shame, Sabres. For shame.
Favorite Sabre: Patrick Lalime, who should be playing tonight.
Least Favorite Sabre: Lindy Ruff, who should have played Lalime tonight.
Summary of events: The Sabres were all “Tra la la….we love getting a million scoring chances and never scoring! Weeeee! Let’s do this every night for the rest of our lives!”
Potentially stressful event representing this game: Walking through a parking garage alone at night.
We probably won’t die, but this game feels like it could turn into our worst nightmare any minute now.
After the 2nd (0-0)
Favorite Sabre: Tyler Myers. What’s not to love?
Least Favorite Sabre: Vanek, Roy, Connolly, and Pominville. These men are paid handsomely to score goals.
Summary of events: I barely paid any attention to that period because I was playing Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. During times like this, when I’m so busy and my time is valuable, I have to prioritize my activites. Apparently, Bejeweled Blitz trumps the Sabres when they’re refusing to score goals.
Potentially stressful event representing this game so far: Driving a manual transmission car in San Francisco.
It’s fine as long as you don’t have to stop (playing Bejeweled Blitz).
At the end (1-0, Sabres)
Mood: Appeased. For now.
Favorite Sabre: Crunchy! Crunchy! Crunchy! (Also, Mike Grier! Mike Grier! Mike Grier!)
Least Favorite Sabre: All of the rest of them.
Summary of events: Sometimes a 1-0 game is thrilling, but tonight was not one of those times. That was ka-razy boring. It is really, really, really, really time for the Sabres to remember how to score.
Potentially stressful event representing this game: Well I have to admit. This game was not stressful in the slightest. It was like taking a Tylenol PM.