I’m going to check in tonight from the arena (unless I get distracted, bored, cranky, drunk, frustrated, wooed, disgusted, elated, or lazy) , so stay tuned!
-I should start this blog post out by admitting that I refuse to acknowledge that the Blue Jackets and the Blues are two separate teams. I can’t wait to see Rick Nash!
After the 1st (3-1, Sabres)
That period was quite to my liking.
Heather and I had the following text exchange during that period:
Kate: Peters is the worst.
Heather: TOTES!
Kate: BUT THE REST OF THEM ROCK! More importantly, the Blues suck balls without Rick Nash.
Heather: We must be sticking to the SYSTEM!! :P
Kate: Admit it. You want to marry The System.
Heather: I do. I adore the system.
During the 2nd (3-2, Sabres)
Kate: Someone is fired. I’m not sure who. Perhaps the System.
Heather: DON’T YOU DARE BLAME THE SYSTEM! THIS IS NOT THE SYSTEM’S FAULT!
Kate: Hm.
During the 3rd Period (4-3, Sabres)
Heather: HAAAAANK
Kate: Hank scored just for you! Cutest goal celebration ever!
Heather: He really can’t help but be the cutest thing ever.
Kate: I’m scared.
Heather: This period is going way too slowly for my tastes.
Kate: Go clock, GO!
Kate: Worst win ever! But, WOOOOOOOOOO!!
Heather: who cares?! Hank had the game winner, and was the 1st star. The rest is just details.
Kate: Hm.
At the End (4-3, Sabres)
I’m home now, and I have a confession to make. It’s totally my fault that the game was that close. I take full responsibility. When the score was 3-0 about 5 minutes into the game, I turned to Robin and said, “Cool! We’ve never seen a blowout game before!” As soon as that statement was out of my mouth, I knew that I had angered the Hockey Gods. I apologize to the good people of Buffalo for my carelessness, and I thank the Sabres for hanging on to win despite having to deal with such a blatant jinx. My bad. It won’t happen again.
The Willful Caboose 