The Ottawa Trip (Now With 35% Less Uses of the F Word)

The final score has been tallied.... Ottawa- 5, Tamara- 4. 

I know what you're thinking, pretty stinky. BUT...still...better than the Sabres. 

As for the recap, here is when Ottawa struck:

The Game:

Well, we all know how that went down. And, my last post, though harsh, covers that enough. However, there was been new developments since, such as:

- Not ONE SINGLE SOURCE HAS BLAMED PATTY!!!! I am in shock that not even Lindy or The Buffalo News, the two biggest Ryan Miller theoretical fanny kissers out there, are saying goaltending was not the problem. I'm sure there are still over bias psychos that think it was his fault, but it surely wasn't. I'm glad he finally gets a break when he deserves one. 

- I really don't like Tyler Myers. I honestly think as soon as his ten games was up, he started to suck. He figured, like other Sabres, he was here to stay so it didn't matter how he played. I even gave him a chance to redeem himself, and nooooo. Go back to juniors, Stretch! At least he makes Hank look good (well, Hank IS good, but he helps) thus, no Swedish trade. 

-  I really hate Tim Kennedy. However, that is not new. 

- I did fight back a tad bit, such as laughing when they showed the top goal scorers in the league, and (though I don't know how) DANY HEATLEY IS NUMERO UNO! And when Alfredsson scored (both times) I yelled that a certain one-eyed German had more. Just sayin...

My Wallet (two points): 

- Sunday morning we wake up and realize, Tamara lacks a wallet. I don't think the real panic ever hit me. We drove like mad men back to Scotiabank, all the while realizing that it was Sunday and...well, it's friggin Sunday. 

Thankfully! After venturing into the players parking lot and going through the one open door in the gigantic arena, I was a mere feet away from the security desk. The guy there immediately went ' Tamara?' and I basically started crying. He had my wallet, safe and sound, an usher found it in our section, and it meant we didn't have to spend the night in Ottawa. 

I even hugged him, but I'm sure he gets that a lot. 

My Phone (two poitns): 

Following the reuniting with the wallet, we went to Dennys to celebrate (shut up), which consisted much of ' OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I FOUND MY WALLET!'

Once back in the car, however, we realized my phone wasn't in the car. 

Anywhere in the car. 

Nowhere in the restaurant. 

Which meant, it had to be at Scotiabank. AGAIN. So we headed back there, AGAIN. My friend checked with security because I was too stupid to go back there, and I searched the parking lots. The only theory that was making sense was that it was on the roof of my car and I took off, leaving it God knows where, but my hopes hung on by a mere thread because the phone was still ringing, which means it wasn't off or smashed. 

Shelby went to check in the YMCA that's attached to the arena, I called the phone again to see if maybe we could hear it in the car. Then, suddenly, a man answers!!!! He said he found the phone in the parking lot, and asked if I wanted it back (WTF!). He was at a mall about 20 minutes away in a sketchy area, parked in the far corner of the lot, and seemed a little disappointed that I did not show up alone.....

Tamara!

- I found my wallet! A 20,000 person arena, a girl from out of town, but I found it! Take that, bitches!

- I wasn't raped or mugged, and I got the phone back! Though I will forever ponder why one would remove a phone from a lost location and take it with them? Other than being sketchy, why not leave it where it was found so when the dumbass girl realizes thats where she left it, she would go back to it....

- The drive was pleasant, both ways. We made excellent timing both ways, and did not hit any problems. That is, if problems do not include Shelby going through an ez pass lane at 75 mph...and then asking me if we had to park to switch drivers. 

- This

I promised myself I would find this guy. When we snuck to the lower levels for warm ups, he was the first person I saw (so it was a sign we were meant to go down there). I chased him for a bit, and when he finally stopped I went up to him and said ' You're my favorite Senators fan!' and showed him the 40 on the front of my jersey. 

While the picture was being taken, we discussed how Patty was playing tonight and how we both got our jerseys when he signed with the respective team...because, that makes sense and all. 

All in all, not bad, I think. I'll end this nonsense with a few ' happy' pictures from the trip. 

Patty showing what time we left my apartment at. 

Arriving in the city. 

POUTINE!!!

Scotiabank! An updated picture...

Patty and Patty. 

The rest of the pictures on my Facebook can be found here: 

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=38626256&l=e5c1ae2d61&id=90400158

Fuckkkkkk Me.

Not Pattys fault, not Patty's fault, not Patty's fault!

I have never been so disgusted with hockey as I was with the Sabres tonight. To literally almost be in tears, and wanting to run away from a game as early as possible is a new feeling for me, and I don't like it. 

Mind you, being awake since 3:30 this morning likely does little to help. 

It was somewhere around their third goal that Shelby and I looked at each other and said ' Patty is going to get the blame for this.' And it wasn't his, MAYBE one out of five goals, but not all of them. Between power plays, and being screened, and just having no help, this was not his battle. 

Not Pattys fault, not Patty's fault, not Patty's fault!

By the last part of the third period, I was bad at everyone...even Monty. Not Staffy and Patches...they were probably hiding under the desk in the press box. 

It was just awful...awful, awful, awful. 

Jason Pominville just sucks. He shouldn't just be over the power play, just off the team. What bugs me is that we killed off what was close to a 2 minute 5 on 3, but we cannot do shit with our power play? If Chris, Craig, and Timmy can do wonders there, why is the power play tainted with Roy and Pominville?

I'll try to do a better post when I'm not exhausted and pissed off. I have some interesting pictures, including a friend I never knew I had (the crappy hotels crappy internet connection won't let me do much)

Not Pattys fault, not Patty's fault, not Patty's fault!

It just made me sick. 

Other than the craptacular team, the experience was not too bad. I wore my Patty jersey, Shelby had her Pommers one, and my friend Sammy wore my Lydman one. We had comments about Buffalo sucking, and the like. But encountering fellow Sabres fans made it better. Thankfully we didn't get much on the way out. 

...could be because we took off our jerseys. Who knows. 

Not Pattys fault, not Patty's fault, not Patty's fault!

The Final Countdown.

Shelby and I are currently sitting on my bed, Tylenol PM coursing through our veins ready to knock us out to get up at 3:30 in the morning.

We're not even watching the Sabres game tonight, it'll be awkward to wake up in the morning/middle of the night to know what went down....like Craig scoring a hat trick. 

I hereby leave all my personal possessions to Toni Lydman. You know, in case it ends bad...

Bring it, O-Town!

Penguins Return and Fail, Max is Still Awesome

That's all I got really. 

Make a big deal about a team that plays like crap, make a big deal about the so- called crap player who has more everything than half our top lines. 

I love the Russian!

Patty Never Let in Five Goals.

It's not a secret that I hate Ryan Miller. 

My reasons have been stated, re stated, criticized, lather, rinse, repeat.  However, I do admit that at times I maybe am too hard on him. I am quick to assume problems are him, when in cases it may not be and I'm just angry. 

Last night, it was him. 

I called in to my internship today over a sore throat I cannot get rid of because of last nights horrid screaming. I was yelling anything from telling him he ' sucks' to how he should inform Tim Thomas on Friday that he will be the starter in Vancouver. Usually I'm not too vocal with any hatred (or praise, for that matter) to any player while at the game. 

And I certainly have never found a chunk of cement in the back of the arena to consider throwing at him. 

See?

After the Panthers second goal, I had a feeling we were in trouble. He was more concentrated on slashing at one player to even care what another one was doing...which was, indeed, scoring the goal. And three goals in two minutes, I dare anyone to try to blame defense on that one. 

I guess our superstar isn't so super, is he? I'm sure there are the weirdo fans out there who will go all out and try to find someone else to blame. 

Like Patty. 

Or Toni. 

Or Dominic Moore...who I totally forgot played for the Panthers until he scored on us. Seems to be a trend. 

At least one thing is for sure, the two most deserving players who have gotten the cold shoulder lately are smiling as they know they will have hard ice time this coming weekend. 

Opposing team pictured totally coincidence. 

Shelby and I leave bright (errr, it'll still be dark) and early for Ottawa on Saturday. Hopefully these two boys will be there as well. It would make the trip totally worth it. 

Atlanta Game > Florida game

(that just reminded me to do my math homework)

Since When...

- Do NHL rookies in their first game score when our 6 million dollar top liner does not?

- Does Dany Heatley have 14 goals?!

- Are Hank Tallinder jerseys go on sale...right next to Danny and Jaro's

- Do I know exactly when the phone at WGRZ is going to ring?

Why am I only happy after a loss?

The Sabres won last night. Blah blah blah shootout blah blah blah fights blah blah blah.

I was more than excited that Patty returned to...the bench. And you would THINK that making his return AND there are back to back games, that he would play tonight against Philly. 

Well, if you were thinking that, you must have forgotten that this is the Buffalo Sabres. We don't use our back ups until someone gets hurt, and THEN you play them and THEN you yell at them for being rusty. 

Why, it's perfect!

There was an article online that it may be too soon for Patty to take on a starting game. So, when would it be a prime time? 

The day before the Olympics?

The day after?

When we play a team whose first two lines are in a coma? 

When a blogger finally snaps, breaks both Ryan Millers legs, and leaves him for dead on a city back street? 

We lost against Philly once already. Not loss, were destroyed and believe it or not you giddy ass kissers, HE DID HAVE AN EXTREME PART IN THAT LOSS! Not to mention how late last night went and they didn't get to Philly until about 2 am. 

But that's cool, I'm sure Patty is fine with his skull caps and fold out chair. 

Just wait until a tired goalie can't drag his ass through the playoffs. 

On a happier note, after gaining four points last night, Maxy is now ahead of Derek in points, goals, assists, and +/-. I guess making good decisions is just not this teams things.