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6 Things


2. I have to admit I’ve been a little less of a Miss-I-Heart-The-Sabres-Pants and a LOT more of a Miss-Arms-Crossed-With-Disapproval-Pants this season than in past seasons.  I don’t feel guilty about this in the slightest, but I DO feel sorry for myself that it didn’t even OCCUR to me to run down to the break room after our concert ended last night to watch OT and the shootout.  In my defense, the BPO had a post-concert reception of cupcakes and champagne, so I had delicious treats on the brain.  But regardless of the available desserts, it still surprised me when some of my hockey-loving colleagues showed up at the reception a few minutes late and asked, “WHERE WERE YOU?” My answer was, “What are you talking about?  I was here, eating cupcakes!  Where were YOU?!”  It literally did not cross my mind to go downstairs and watch the end of the game. I was blinded by cupcakes, I think.

I’m sorry about that, because I think I really would’ve enjoyed the end of that game.  Even the “On the Fly” highlights made my heart trill a little bit.  I don’t think I’ll ever stop being surprised by how something as relatively minor as a single shootout victory in November can put a little spring back into my step.

Everything is just better when the Sabres win, you know?  Let’s win more!

3. It’s awfully nice to know that even while wallowing in the depths of organizational despair, the Sabres are still capable of sticking it to the Leafs.  We’ve still got it, baby!  Just punch me in the face if I ever lose the ability to stop and smell the humiliating Leafs defeat roses after a game like that.

4. This weekend the BPO played two concerts with a guest conductor named Leon Botstein.  Botstein is an incredibly interesting person in that he’s a college president (Bard college), and an accomplished conductor (Music Director of the American Symphony Orchestra, and the Jerusalem Symphony Orchestra), and an all-around smarty-pants famous intellectual (you can see him playing the role of “intellectual” here on the Colbert Report).  In addition to his fine conducting, the thing I enjoyed the most about him this week is that he manages to convey both a dazzling intelligence and a grounded friendliness.  “Super-mega-smart” and “friendly” are two qualities which are rarely found in one person in my less-than-super-mega-smart opinion.

This afternoon Botstein did something that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a conductor do in a performance.  He turned around and addressed the audience between movements of the symphony (Prokofiev 3).

As many of you probably know, many classical pieces are composed in “movements” (meaning a larger work is divided into several smaller pieces).  In most cases, symphonic movements are totally separate, stand alone works.  At some point during fairly recent musical history (I want to say probably within the last 100 years) it became customary for the audience to hold their applause until all of the movements have been performed.

This custom has led to a weird and uncomfortable bit of classical music snobbery.  Not every audience member knows the unwritten “no applause between movements” rule, so they’ll applaud at the end of the first movement, but then they’ll quickly stop as they realize that not everyone is clapping.  Somehow, clapping has become “incorrect” at certain times during concerts.  It’s goofy.  In my opinion (and if I may be so bold as to speak for most professional musicians), applause at the end of a movement is perfectly fine.  I HATE that audience members are made to feel stupid for clapping.  (Incidentally, in my opinion, the absolute BEST applause is the applause we periodically get when the audience is moved to clap in spite of the “no applause between movements” rule.  Every once in a while you get the sense that the audience is just like, “That was sweet.  I’m clapping, damn it.”  That’s my favorite.)

Anyhooch, today we were playing Prokofiev 3, which is not performed very often, and could certainly be considered harsh (it’s very loud) and less accessible than, say, a Beethoven symphony.  After the first movement, there was a smattering of applause.  Now, I have no idea if this applause was from people who didn’t know NOT to applaud, or from people who just really liked the first movement and wanted to clap, but Botstein did something that I REALLY liked.  First, he looked at the orchestra, raised his eyebrows and smiled.  Then, he turned around to the audience and said, “We like that you liked it.”

This was such a simple gesture to the audience, but one that felt very generous and almost impishly conspiratorial.  The “no applause between movements” rule is…weird, and musicians DO like it when the audience likes what we play.  If I could change one thing about the classical music business it might be to abolish the rigidity of the “no applause between movements” rule, and replace it with a “applaud if and only when you really like what you just heard” rule.

The performance today was an interesting end to a good week at work.

5. Sometimes it really trips me out that I have a job where I literally get a round of applause at the end of my work day.  What kind of lucky girl am I?

6. Okay back to the Sabres for a second- How great was it that Enroth and Ennis were the heroes?  I approved of Lindy playing Enroth against the Bruins and then I was skeptical when I heard he planned to play him again last night (shows what I know).  It really does add a spark when a young guy comes up big in a tough situation.  It will be interesting to see how Lindy handles Lalime and Enroth if Miller is still injured this week.  The backup goalie situation seems fraught with hidden opportunity and pitfalls.

I don’t undersatnd why Lalime was re-signed if Lindy has no faith in him, but I can’t really blame Lindy for not having much faith in Laime.  The whole thing is curious.  I guess we’ll see.

5 Things That Aren’t So Bad

I woke up this morning in a surprisingly good mood considering I stayed up too late watching election coverage.  I’m happy to report that even though the Sabres are grody-to-the-max, I still thought, “Yay!  We’re going to the game tonight!” as I opened my sleepy eyes and pondered the day to come.  So, that’s good news.

Here are 5 Reasons to be chipper about the Sabres game tonight:

1. Jason Pominville is not dead.  The last time we saw little P-Doods, he was being carted away with his head bloodied and strapped to a stretcher.   That was lame.  In addition to not dying, Pominville managed to escape October without contracting the terrible stench of failure that now wafts around all the other Sabres.  Since Pommers has played his entire NHL career virtually injury-free, this little stretch was our first opportunity to see who the Sabres are without him in the lineup.  The answer?  The Sabres are TOTAL POO without Jason Pominville in the lineup.  Maybe his return will solve everything.

2. It’s a beautiful day.  During most of the hockey season, hockey fans are forced to make an impossible choice for each and every game, “Do I wear my winter coat so that I don’t freeze to death during the walk from the car to the arena, or, do I leave my coat in the car so I don’t have to deal with it within the cramped and dingy confines of my seats?”  It’s a question with no good answer.  I almost always leave my coat in the car, and then it’s miserably cold when I put it on when I get back to the car after the game.  Not to mention the fact that while the walk from the car to the arena is nearly always tolerable (since we are warmed with the flush of anticipation) the walk BACK to the car is usually worse (unless you’ve had a LOT of big beers). It sucks to walk five blocks without a coat in the winter after you’ve just watched the Sabres lose pathetically.

Tonight we will walk to the arena in relative comfort in just our hoodies and jerseys, and that is a beautiful thing.

3. Ryan Miller is hurt, and we’re not freaking out.  This is a rare occurrence indeed.  Ordinarily when Crunchy is injured Sabres fans immediately begin running in panic circles and freaking the eff out, but not so today.  Miller’s pedestrian stats combined with the team’s horrific record have put the fanbase in an unusually complacent mood.  It’s not that we want Crunchy to be hurt (good heavens, NO NO NO), it’s just that it doesn’t really feel like we’re living and dying with him right now, you know?

Tonight Crunchy can sit up in the press box, with his lower body resting comfortably on a giant red satin pillow, while various Sabres minions hand-feed him grapes and caviar, and the fans can just…not freak out.  Sometimes not freaky out is nice.

4. Enroth is here.  I hope Lindy plays him.

We pretty much know what we’ll get with Lalime:  He’ll play a basically solid game except that every time a Sabres defenseman makes a bad mistake Lalime will fail to make the “don’t-worry-Tyler-Myers,-I’ve-got-this-one” save,  and then the fans will boo, and then in the postgame interviews all the players will act mortally offended that the fans DARED to boo a man as noble and wonderful as Lalime, and then everyone will bitch on Twitter about how if-the-Sabres-love-Lalime-so-much-why-don’t-they-play-better-in-front-of-him, AND THOSE FANS WILL BE RIGHT TO WONDER.  And no one will feel good about it, and no one will win.

Enroth however, is a wildcard.  We don’t really know him, and neither do the Sabres.  Maybe he’ll surprise us all and turn out to be a tiny hero.

5. When the Sabres are good and stinky, that frees us up to pay attention to other things while at the game.  Last year I wrote about how during a bad loss I decided to focus solely on Tyler Myers for the entire third period.  It was actually a lot of fun and I learned quite a bit about Mylers that night.  Since I’m beginning to forget what a Sabres win looks like, I feel less obligated to focus on willing the team to victory and more free to figure out, once and for all, what Shaone Morrisonn looks like.  I suspect that Shaone Morrisonn might be hot, but frankly, I have no idea if that’s true, because I couldn’t pick him out of a lineup if my life depended on it.  Tonight, I will get to the bottom of the “Is Shaone Morrisonn hot?” question, and I’ll report back to you tomorrow.

It’s Patrick Lalime Appreciation Day!

When the Hockey Gods bestow upon us such a wonderous game, it is not for us to ask why.  It is our job to give thanks and to do our best to honor the Hockey Gods by living a life in devotion to their cryptic teachings.

Thank you oh mighty Hockey Gods.  Amen.

But, if we DID ask “why?”, if our feeble human hearts were so moved by the gift of a three-goal-deficit-come-from-behind-win-against-the-freaking-Penguins-of-all-teams that we could not stop ourselves from wondering…how?, this is what we would ask:

WHAT in the name of Lindy Ruff has come over Patrick Lalime?!

He went from Player-Most-Likely-to-be-Accidentally-Left-Behind-When-the-Team-Bus-Leaves-the-Hotel to BELOVED HERO in the blink of an eye.  It’s wonderful, and it’s making me feel like anything is possible.  I mean, if Crunchy can be chased by the Penguins, and then Patrick Lalime can be such hottie-pants in relief that the rest of the team has no choice but to get inspired, well, anything is possible.  I’m dreaming big, and I have Patrick Lalime (and the Almighty Hockey Gods- Amen) to thank for it.

It’s Patrick Lalime Appreciation Day!  *tosses confetti*

As Kevin wrote about yesterday, as Ryan Miller goes, so go the Sabres, but…..what if that’s not entirely true? What if Crunchy can afford to rest his scrawny bones from time to time (or to suck ass occasionally) and the Sabres can still win?  It boggles the mind.  It’s a situation I have never experienced as a Sabres fan.  It feels like a miracle.

So, today we celebrate Patrick Lalime who’s been quietly lying in wait on the Sabres bench with nary a complaint.  Thank you Patrick Lalime for helping to create this buoyant surge of Sabres-related happiness.

In honor of Patrick Lalime Appreciation Day, I would like to present Patty with this set of slightly smaller dentures…..

Patty is an EXTREMELY handsome man, but he looks like he’s wearing the wrong size teeth.  His teeth are juust a tad too big.

…..and two warm fuzzies:

When I was in elementary school (probably first or second grade) my class actually used these yarn pompoms (we called them “warm fuzzies”) as school-endorsed currency.  If you were really well behaved, or particularly kind in some way, the teacher would give you a warm fuzzy.  Then, we were allowed to trade our warm fuzzies amongst ourselves.  We were encouraged to give and recieve warm fuzzies as a symbol of love and friendship .  I know it’s cheesy, but warm fuzzies actually make me feel warm and fuzzy inside- which is why I’d like for Patrick Lalime to have two of them.  Two warm fuzzies from the bottom of my heart.

Please say yes…

So, is Patrick Lalime all of a sudden good?  Does Lindy all of a sudden trust him?  Is the goalie rotation finally going to make sense?  Is everything all-awesome-all-the-time in the goalie department?

Patrick Lalime Is a Hero

That was a great game even if it was heartbreaking in the end.  By the end of the game I really, really, really wanted them to win for Lalime.  He was excellent tonight.  The poor dude has the flu!  He deserved a win.

Get well soon, Thomas Vanek.  We need goals.  Badly.

6 Things

1.  WOOOOOOOOOO!!  Good work Bills! (Incidentally, if there is anyone from WGR reading this right now, please, for the love of all that is good and holy, stop playing that damn, “Let’s go Bills,  Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu Bills!” song.  I’ll admit that sometimes I think the lyrics are funny.  SOMETIMES.  But the marginally funny lyrics are NEVER worth the agony of having “bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu Bills” in my head all day.  When I hear that song starting I CHANGE THE RADIO STATION AS QUICKLY AS I CAN.)

2. I’m currently the front runner in our weekly BPO football pool but the competition is breathing down my neck.  In order for me to clinch, we have to root for Seattle tonight, and Denver tomorrow.  I hope I have your support.

3.  I had to work on Saturday night, so I didn’t see much of the Sabres game against the Thrashers.  To be honest, I’m not sorry they lost.  I’m suspicious of ridiculously good starts, and I don’t quite trust this team to respond well to winning easily.  I keep waiting for them to lapse back into bad habits from last season, and let’s face it, the season is veeeery young, so there is plenty of time for them to get defensively lazy again.  For the time being I think we are better off when they truly believe in their hearts that they need to grind out every single win.  It sounds like the Sabres were lucky to squeeze a point out of that game, so I’m glad a point is all they got.  (And it’s not like 4-0-1 is super shabby.)

4.  I am hugely attached to the perfect PK.  Weirdly so.

5.  I think I’m done with Heroes.  I watch both Heroes and Lost, which has always seemed like overkill.  In my mind both shows fall into the same category of “Not good, but highly enjoyable shows steeped in borderline-retarded mystery and intrigue”.  I liked the first season of Heroes, and last year was tolerable, but this season of Heroes is making me angry.  I think I’m going to have to break up with Heroes.  I’d break up with Lost, but I’ve already invested so much time in it that at this point unless things get really bad, I’m in it for the long haul.

6. Thank you so much for not sucking, Patrick Lalime.  Seriously.  Thank you.

Introducing Patrick Lalime

Okay, so this isn’t much of an introduction since Lalime seems to be older than the sun, but still, he’s new to us. Meet Crunchy’s new back-up, Patrick Lalime.

I don’t know much about him, but I’m inclined to like him just because….well, because he’s a Sabre. And he’s kind of a cutie pie, no?

Welcome to Buffalo, Patrick!

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