1. I feel some obligation to try to cheer you guys up, but I’m not going to lie, I don’t have much in the tank today. That was a gen-u-wine heartbreaker last night. My heart feels gen-u-winely heavy, and my mood is gen-u-winely grim. I’ve decided to award myself one day of wallowing before I brush myself off and try to muster up some enthusiasm for game 5. Today is that day. Sorry, guys.
2. I just need to take one moment for a minor temper tantrum. WHAT THE HELL, HOCKEY GODS?! This is not how this was supposed to go. *crosses arms and stomps foot*
3. I have a million things to say about the game, but I’m going to try to keep it brief: I thought for the most part the Sabres played well last night. They got royally screwed by the refs on a few calls, but I also think the Sabres should be tough enough to kill those penalties and use the PK to get the momentum back. The Bruins also played well, and Tuukka Rask is definitely no slouch. The biggest problem with last night’s game (besides the fact that we have Connolly, Roy, and Pominville on our team) is that it was, in essence, a must-win. The Sabres played poorly in games 2 and 3, so game 4 was a must-win. Taken at face value (even taking the lost 2-goal lead into account), last night was probably one of those “You can’t win ’em all” games. You really CAN’T win them all, which is why you HAVE to win the ones you can. (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, GAMES 2 and 3. I’M LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU.)
If the game hadn’t felt like a punch SQUARE TO THE MOST SENSITIVE AREA OF MY HEART, I’d be able to admit that it was a hell of a game. But, since I’m still smarting and clutching my chest in anguish 16 hours later, I have to give that game two big thumbs down.
So, screw you, game.
4. Honestly, I thought Lindy’s postgame was kind of embarrassing. There were bad calls last night, FOR SURE, and I assume he was just trying to protect his players, but…. “Case closed”? Really? Case closed? The only way “case closed” would’ve worked as a closing zinger is if Lindy had pulled a little judge’s gavel out of his pocket and slammed the table with it. Now THAT, I could respect…. at the very least for its comedic value.
5. On the bright side- Tyler Ennis looked great. I actually found myself thinking, “It’s too bad we don’t have anyone good enough to play with that guy!”
6. How freaking much could we have used Jochen Hecht last night? DAMN HIM AND HIS GIRLY FINGERS. *shaking fist at the sky*
7. If the Sabres go on to lose this series, (which…you know….) I’m going to be really heartbroken for Ryan Miller. And not to pick at old wounds, but GODDAMN IT I wish he had won that gold medal. I think the Sabres would be easier to deal with now if I knew that Crunchy already had a gold medal at home. I want that guy to be rewarded. I don’t want him to be sad.
8. I’m sorry this post is so cranky and not funny. I really am.
9. Whenever I’m feeling surly like this, I have a few videos I like to watch to perk me back up. Here are some of my favorites, all of which I’ve already posted on TWC in the past. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I used to have this downloaded onto my computer in super high resolution. I could watch it in full screen and it looked amazing. I somehow lost the file, and I can’t seem to find a place to download it anywhere, but this is a pretty good YouTube version of the Sony Bravia bouncy ball commercial.
This one NEVER ever ever fails to make me laugh. EVER. I just love it so much.
Hockey Night in Canada on the ukulele
Another one of my all-time favorite things on the internet.
10. It’s really a shame that the Sabres are so down and out, because my playoff beard has grown in so well.
11. Okay, now that I’ve bitched a bit, watched a few videos, and considered life without this dumb beard, I actually do feel a little better. Writing a blog can be such good therapy. The Sabres are not eliminated yet. We’re beaten down, bedraggled, and SERIOUSLY cranky, but we’re not dead yet. Hopefully we can win tomorrow, but if we’re going to go down in 5, let’s at least maim some Bruins on the way out.
Let’s go Buff-a-lo.