Can You Hear Me Now?...Good :)

The minutes that consisted of tonights OT also consisted of Shelby and I fist pumping in our seats going ' Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy!'

And, he heard us. 

Annnnnnnd he now leads the team with points, having 10, having more than Derek Roy...take THAT diver!

Also, very exciting that Drewseph scored on his birthday. Shelby and I were both hoping it was going to be a big goal, but suddenly doing an ' oh, shit!' scramble and putting a stray puck in the net from the crease will do just fine. 

This is how excited he should have been when he scored that goal.

And TIMMY! 2 goals! Not just one, two! His OT goal of course is amazing, because it saved our behinds from losing to the team that never wins (or, almost losing) but also his first goal was just amazing. Not only did it prove that sometimes Jason Pominville can do something, but also, it was just amazing!

For you, Tim Tim. 

How does that make you feel? 

I'm sure, bud. 

While Timmy may have done well, we did become very close to breaking our streak. Trust me, I know it will break eventually, but to Toronto? That's just mean. While Timmy did phenomenal, I hope the outcome of tonights game serves as a scare tactic to the others. They made it, yes, but letting in a goal in the last 40 seconds of the third period is bad...Ryan. 

Nevertheless, we shall see how tomorrow works out. Sadly, Goose will not be there (and apparently several others are at risk of being sick). It's okay, maybe he'll sit in the press box with some face paint...or at least some cat ears. 

Devil horns?

Clarkie doesn't like that idea...

Consistency is My Lack of Self Control

Maybe this is why I should sleep in...

As soon as I even saw some random article that mentioned the possibility that Patty COULD play tomorrow, I ebayed Islanders tickets. I found two for $50, which is INSANE! I'm now on a site looking for hotels...

But, it's not going to happen. However, I am rather sure I could have convinced Shelby to do it...

Anywho. Before the Devils game started, a thought lingered in my head that was " they're going to have to lose eventually, what if it's this game?!' and then I had a minor panic attack...also in my head. 

As Die By the Blade said...we're off to a good start, but there's 73 games left.  

I think tonight will be a good game, or a really bad one. It's either an ass whopping or an ass kicking with the Leafs. Then tomorrow I will sacrifice a holiday to watch the game. No worries, I get to wear my costume at school today for our radio stations Halloween remote. I'm Peyton Manning :)

One entertaining factor we found in the Devils game, was Patrik Elias being named UNICEF Ambassador at intermission. Scary things happen when you're injured...like Timmy reading to little children. He wasn't injured, but it's amusing just the same. And, he will be eventually. 

" I smile because I love the children."

Since every other blog is mentioning Tyler, I'll let it slide. I had a hunch he was going to stay (didn't we all?) and got several phone calls yesterday around noon at Channel 2 asking about it. 

Woo?

And OMG, its someones BIRTHDAY!

and he is just stoked about that!

And he should be, you don't have to start hating birthdays until you hit 25...he's only 24! Hopefully he'll get a birthday goal, or win, I'm not picky. 

Yay Drewseph!

If I had enough time...I swear...

Absolutely (Story of a Captain)...and Steve Montador

Anyone remember that song?

Anyways.

 

 

 

Have I mentioned that I adore Craig Rivet? I'm sure I have. It was a recent development, Shelby and I him overheard to gladly sign something for a little kid- while waiting to do something with Ryan and the bobblehead, if you saw that adorable encounter you wouldn't have remember either- at the Pepsi Center.

 

I was one of those many people who was so sure Teppo was going to get captain last year. However, I was one of the few who didn't really complain, but rather it was ' the new guy.' I've never had a problem with him being captain, and clearly since the players are the ones who vote for him, they clearly see something special that he brings to this team. Even if it is only maturity...

 

Anywho, I was watching his interview yesterday (not one in which you can hear me laughing and yelling like a bafoon) and noticed that he- as well as Drew, actually- were questioned about the new additions to the team. In both situations, our ever-loving Monty (who always magically made his way on my list of love) was brought up as ' the sixth defenseman.' First off, it bugged me that he said that. Just because Steve was the last added defenseman (technically, wasn't Tyler?) does not make him any less important. Afterall, seeing dead people is just as important as taste, touch, smell, hearing, and seeing.

 

I'll admit that when we first signed Monty, I didn't care. But, since seeing him play, he seems to have a good mixture of everything we need in defense (cough, talent, cough) and seems like he's a real team player. Afterall, with Peaches he's on his third defenseman partner, and it's not even November. Not to mention that he works well with all of them...but so far I like Toni the best.

 

And, something that deserves it's own POST, but will settle for it's own paragraph because I am always tired...his dedication to making sure that no one feels left out. In case you missed it (I'm sure you can find the on the road blog on the site) Clarkie was not feeling well as the team made its way to Tampa (but seems to be just fine). As a precaution, he was forced to wear a surgical mask, but just so he didn't feel like a weirdo, Steve wore one too. Adorable? Far beyond that.

 

...off topic for a second, I thought it would have been really funny had the entire team wore the masks in front of the Bolts, so when seen they would either think the entire team was sick, or not sure who the sick one was. Shelby thought it would have been funny if the entire team wore one, except Timmy...

 

So, just as I have defended and proclaimed my love for Monty in these past few paragraphs, Craig did in that interview. He refuses to let a fellow dman be seen as a last minute addition, and thus, not as important. It's one thing to think that, but it's another thing to put a ' my poop don't stink' reporter in his place.

 

Honestly, this is the exact field I dream to go into when life becomes Tamara vs. The Real World, but they all look like scum. I'm not even talking about JUST Bucky or JUST Paul Hamilton, though those two are just as evil, and thus make others think that it's okay to talk to players like that. I wouldn't even talk to Sidney Cr...okay, I would. But I wouldn't even talk to Pommers like some of these jerks do (and that one I mean). Plus, it's even worse when you talk to one player about ANOTHER player.

 

Sorry, scumbags, even professional athletes have more respect than you do.

 

 

 

...I have no idea where this post came from.

 

Have I mentioned that I adore Craig Rivet?

 

Sometimes People Don't Get it the First Time

I had a few nasty responses to my last post (Caroline darling, I don't mean you, no worries) which tends to happen when people cannot seem to read into exactly what I'm saying. I deleted those comments, not to be bias, but to leave my frustration level to a minimum. It's not like I knew them anyways. 

So, lets clear a few things up.

I do not, repeat DO NOT, think Ryan Miller is a bad goalie. I don't. I don't think he's an elite goalie (yet) or the greatest thing out there...but I don't think he's terrible. I am perfectly aware of past and recent stats of his. I know he's good, he has faults, but who doesn't. What I meant was he is put on too much of a pedestal. Buffalo does it, some NHL relations do it, fans do it. I don't think he's as spectacular as people make him sound, and personally <--- PERSONALLY, I think it should be toned down a bit. And to be perfectly honest, I think he would agree with me on that topic...to an extent. 

Not like I'm going to test that theory. 

Also, I don't think this city hates Marty, in the least. I am yet to meet a fan that, even years after his trade, see Marty in an ill light (maybe in playing, but the other things he brought to this team). I adore Marty to no end, and I am sure lots of us do. I do regret him leaving, and while I have mixed feelings about him coming back (those being related to Patty) I wish he never had to go. What my argument was is that he was traded for something that was not equal to or even close to the value he had. Surely that happens a lot, which was my point. 

So, please certain peeps. My computer reporting teacher cannot read between the lines, so why don't you give it a shock.

Freedom to Love the Swedish Defenseman...or Americanized Communism?

Yesterday, while at Channel 2, one of the anchors and I were sitting in the news van at police headquarters waiting to go in. Once I caught on that he was a huge hockey buff, we started talking about the Sabres, of course. 

It went into talking about the Atlanta game, because really at this point the Florida game only brings on " dear god that was amazing." Somehow, without immediately professing my love for him, I mentioned how Patty was not at fault for that game. 

And he agreed, for a change. No one agrees with me, except for Shelby....who either really believes that it wasn't Patty's fault, or just fears of saying otherwise to me. But we went on about how Patty, who is no longer starting goalie material (and I fully admit that, but he was one hell of a starter) is an excellent back up and should be treated as such. Adam Mair didn't play well in his first game of the season, but no one is jumping on his case (they're probably afraid to). 

And for the first time in I can't tell you how long, he agreed with me about MAX! Not that he had no right to be booed because he was forced out of this city, or that it was spectacular that his first goal was against us (his second was last night, for those who care)....but that he was never a ' problem' for this team, but rather this team was a problem for him. He had such talent that didn't necessarily blend with this team, but rather than putting an effort to make things work, they just gave up on him. Suddenly, HE was the problem. 

Not only was I stoked that I found someone that can see that Patty and Max are not as problematic or as terrible as so many people claim, but it got me thinking that maybe I'm so excited to get to talk about these things, because I can never have a pleasant conversation related to these subjects. 

I cannot tell you how many friendships I've lost over stupid hockey things, or how many fights it has started. It's pathetic, trust me, I know it is, especially at my age. A vast majority of my friends I have met because of the Sabres, and a lot of times I'll keep my mouth shut on certain hockey related things to avoid a fight. Not to say that they don't, I'm sure there are plenty of times they have done the same. 

However, I rarely feel comfortable speaking honestly about what I do and don't like about that team, because I'm either going to get insulted, shut down, degraded, yelled at...etc. Especially since I don't fit in with so many cookie cutter routines of this team. 

I hate Pominville.

 Not personally, he's a nice guy. But, I think playing wise he is draining this team and isn't what he use to be. Don't give me that ' oh he had a bad season' crap because Max had a bad season and he was chased out of the city. 

I love Hank. 

This is probably more for his adorableness rather than playing. I know he's had a bad stretch of time, but in seven short games we have learned that he is not going to let that trend continue. A number of people I know do adore him, but he gets ' spanked' a lot, as Bucky would say. 

I think Miller is overrated (and he's not alone)

I know I can't be alone in this, but I never hear it from others (except yesterday in the news van). I don't think his overrating is anything he is personally doing, because he probably wouldn't allow it. But, he is. I do think he is a moderately talented goalie, and is fine on this team, but lets stop bowing down to him. It's really starting to wear off. 

Back up goalies get no lovin'. 

It started when Marty became the back up goalie, then went to everyone forgetting who TBO was, now we're at Patty Cake. It cannot be put in more simple terms...you can be a great goalie- even if its a back up goalie- but if you're benched for long stretches of time, you're not going to come out shining on the other end. Patty didn't play fantastic his first game, I know. But he hadn't played since the end of September...and I won't even go into our defense that night. When he had to be starter last season, he had a shaky start, but then did great. I almost feel like he's our whipping boy....most of his games will likely be when Ryan blows it. Then, when we lose that game, Patty will get blame over Ryan, when he was trying to dig the game out of the hole. 

And didn't TBO shut out almost every time he played two seasons ago?

The Sabres are such a charity case. 

I'm sure this pisses off a lot of people, too, more than the other rants. We trade players like Al and Marty and Danny and what have you. And for what? Useless draft picks, players that leave weeks later....CRAP basically. Danny and Marty can be argued, I'm sure, even though they still bug me. Players are not judged properly around here, that's for sure. Two players can perform the same way, and only one is going to get attention, whether it be negative or positive, for it. 

Unfortunately, the outlook on this team will probably never change. Miller will still be God, Pominville will still be the greatest thing since sliced bread, and Tyler Myers will still get interviewed every times he performs the magic that is converting oxygen to carbon dioxide. 

Hey, I Have a Blog!

I really have been neglecting this thing, it feels like. But don't feel bad, I've been neglecting my life and school just as much. 

Maybe it's when the Sabres play insane games, it feels like I'm slacking.

Detroit was the first game of the season that I wasn't at, haha. It was my first day interning at Channel 2, and it was on the TV wayyyy across the room. I was doing something on the computer and could barely hear it, but go figure, I look over my shoulder just to see Drew score his first goal. And Patty K, and a whole lot of others, ha!. It was amusing to think that the amount of goals scored in that game equaled all goals scored in the first three games. 

To think, we shut down a team like the Red Wings.

...only to be shut down by Atlanta

Granted, we still became the last team to lose a regulation game, and thus go our first game without getting a point. As soon as Shelby and I had tickets, I knew we were going to lose. We bought them specifically with the idea what Patty would play, but I knew we were going to lose. We don't go long with good records, and Atlanta just gives off that signal that they were going to cream us. 

I'm really over it, because it's October, concentrating on it would just be unnecessary. Though I'm sure a good chunk of the city is blaming Patty, and I know it's hard for me to seriously defend him because I'm bias, but last night was not his fault. Not to say he was that great last night, but he was left hanging last night. No one was really that great, the defensemen couldn't have stopped a lot. People were making good decisions at the wrong time, it was just awful. 

Also, wtf is with people booing Max? I can understand booing some players, not that I ever do, but Max!? People were making it sound like he said eff you to the city and took off. They kicked him out! It made me so mad, Shelby and I kept counter acting the cheers.

...and cheering when he scored. I know he ruined the last chance to at least tie the game, and I know that if our  defense was awake, that goal could have been stopped. AND it was on Patty, but hopefully it was a swift kick in the haters' behinds. It was a nice goal, his first one I believe, and he was very excited. 

Just like Drew was...for the few seconds it lasted.

When we were walking across Scott Street to go to my car after the game, I just happened to glance to my left at the car waiting at the light, and quickly turned to Shelby asking if it was Max in the front seat, and it was. I think he smiled when he noticed that we noticed him. When we were safely on the other side, we started screaming for him when the car drove by. 

Though the Aussie was probably the happiest to see him. 

Max is wondering why Grier gets to come back, and he doesn't. 

Another perk to help balance out a grueling loss- a friend of mine paid be $20 to pinch Chris Butlers cheeks. He originally wanted Myers, and Toni, and Craig....but Chris was the one that ended up working out. I chose to explain the background to him (without actually saying what I was going to do) while he signed my friends ticket. He was just like ' oh yeah' and I don't think he was expecting what I did, after waiting so long for him to look up. 

He was thanked for helping out a poor college student...

And he was scruffy.

So, I'm going to end this failure of a post with a picture of Hank that I took last night during warm ups. I think in all the praise he's FINALLY getting (instead of getting spanked, that is) and his improvements (sans last night, yo), this expression was right on target. 

RHB Does Nashville!

I'm writing this on the plane from Chicago to Buffalo, because my inablity to sleep on the plane may be my inablity to update my blog later on. But someone can't just go down south for a hockey game and not tell the tale, right?

If you're still reading, then you agree.

I was suppose to arrive in Nashville on Friday night. However, all those times of sucessfully getting to Dubai without as much as a hiccup finally kicked me in my karma-laced behind. The flight out of Buffalo was delayed (big shock, right?) and thus I missed my connection in Chicago. They put me on a standby flight in Chicago, which I was ACTUALLY on, but then was asked to step off because the person whose seat I had gotten ended up showing up. I was livid, and I usually don't express anger because usually the person I'm getting mad at is not at fault for the problem at hand. But, I was mad. I've been on standby flights my entire life because my dad is a pilot, and when he worked for Air Canada we could fly for free if we flew standby (and I never had such a serious problem, that I could recall). In fact, I've been on planes since my days in the uterus, and never once had a problem. The whole point of standby is that if the person doesnt show up, tough shit. They even closed the door to the plane behind me (I have a picture!).

Then they told me they couldn't give me my bag, and it would have to stay on the plane and I could get it in Nashville in the mornings. I had a hotel voucher from Southwest to stay in Chicago. I was a little nervous, because I had never been to the city, and was pretty much on my own. My dad and I had constant plans on what to do if this ever happened to me in NYC while going to Dubai, but I've never had to face it. It honestly wasn't that big of a deal, I took the shuttle from the airport to the hotel, slept there for about four hours, then did the same thing back. Finally, I was on a flight to Nashville. 

When we landed there, I started feeling queezy, but figured it was stress/anger/exhaustion/all of the above and ignored it. Then, I found out my bag was on the same flight I was on, thus it spent hte night in Chicago just like I did But noooo, I couldn't have it. The only thing I wanted out of it was my cell phone charger, which I abruptly learned not to keep in suitcase, but rather, purse (words of advice, folks!). Regardless, I met up wtih the family that I was staying with, and everything seemed to be falling into place. 

Until...we decided to get Mexican food for lunch. Then that nausea that I was feeling on the plane ended up being vomit in the parking lot (graphic, I know). I can't remember the last time I ever got sick like that, but it figures it would throw itself in there with the unplanned overnight to Chicago. 

I ended up sleeping from about one or so to about four, and felt a bit better. Not 100%, but enough to put on a smile and go to the hockey game. I was fed numerous popsicles, which to my unknown surprise, were very helpful. I managed to eat a little dinner, which only angered the storm on tummy island, but there was no encore of earlier the afternoon (though I had a plastic bag in my pocket just in case).

Now, the hockey stuff...as the above was irrelevant. 

We missed the first ten minutes or so of the game because of dinner being held up and parking and what not. It's not like anything major happened in those ten minutes, right? When we first got into the Sommit Center (JP Dumont was on the ticket, by the way, even though he didn't play, but was showin on the jumbotron) it felt so surreal to be seeing the Sabres. I mean, I've seen the Sabres. I was at the first two games this season, I've seen them more than my parents in the past year, and I've been to a few away games. Maybe it was because I was down south, I don't know, I just felt like I was out of my comfort zone with them. But maybe we shouldn't have Sabre comfort zones.

Our seats were amazing. We were about seven rows behind the net (Ryans net twice). My first instnict was to find Patty. I was livid that he wasn't playing, after promises that he would be, so I wanted to see him, and I know that away games he doesn't always get a bench seat. We were sitting right against the rail to the zamboni garage, and he wasn't there. I looked all along the boards, nothing. We were on such an angle that I couldn't see the bench that well, but luckily the always faithful Shelby informed me that he was in the tunnel behind the bench. 

That aside, Nashville has fans! It wasn't a sold out game (and it looked a bit bigger than HSBC, which it might be? Since its an expansion team) and I was told that many other nights its a lot emptier, but for what they had I was very impressed. Nashville was one of the southern teams that I wasn't too concerned about their fan base (probably because they're one of the few southern teams, no?), but they were just as rowdy as we are in the north, and that is fantastic. There was one point towards the end of the game where they were all on their feet cheering and screaming. Was there a goal? No (we know that). Penalty? No. Fight? No...they just wanted to do it. I loved it. 

There were also a lot of Sabres fans, even about three in the row in front of me. One of the girls in the front row spent the entire game screaming ' Lets Go Sabres' in the most annoying voice...ever. It was just...I don't know. It's bad when the Sabres fans tells you to shut up, hun. My friends husband who was with us was horribly amused, and not being anything close to a hockey fan started going all out for the Predators just to compete with her. 

All in all I think it was a great game. Both goalies did a fantastic job, and I was so happy to finally be at a shutout game (where we shutout, rather than get shut out that is). One of my friends, who I've known since I was about six and use to be a hockey buff but just went to have fun, graciously sat through me grabbing his leg in the dying few seconds. And Mike Grier scored, so I'm sure that no one is going to shut up about that for a long time. For some reason, I cannot get my stomach to settle on him being back on the team...no pun intended. 

I'm sure all the Miller fans out there were stoked for his first shut out of the season- oh hell, I was even grinning like an idiot (though that could have also been the misspelled Gaustad jersey I saw on a Sabres fan while we were leaving). But no one was more excited than Patty. He was jumping all over the players when congratulating them, which I have amusing pictures of. Then when he got to Ryan, he did this weird ' c'mon' pose that I can't described, then gave him the biggest hug which I would have had a great picture of ifi it wasn't for those silly boards. That's one of the things I think it most adorable about a back up goalie (specificially ours) is that you can dish it out that extreme when your starter does that well. Especially when you were SUPPOSE to play...but that's cool, if we had lost I would probably be more sore about that...and no, I don't know why. 

Totally random awesome hockey story! 

The next day we went to the movies, after gettting Mexican for lunch take two (it was successful, or at least more so). It was Couples Retreat, and it honestly wasn't that good, silly Vince Vaughn. Anyways, we were getting out of the actual theatre to the hallway for the bathrooms, and I see this woman and I think to myself " wow, she looks a lot like JP Dumonts wife." And its the weirdest thing that I would think that, and that I would remember what she looks like, because she hasn't been around in, what, three years? But I for some reason can remember clearly what she looks like. Then I look at the man that she's standing next to against the wall, and...it's JP Dumont. 

I was so stoked, because I had only seen him on the jumbotron the night before, and I love that man, and I would gladly sell like....Drew Stafford to get him back. Maybe not, but you get the idea. I think we all loved JP at one point. He saw me making eye contact, and he looked a little scared. Not of me, I hope, but more like a huge crowd of people who adore this mean, and he was making it very obvious that he didn't want to be noticed (he had a Titans hat on, and they lost that night). I had my ticket from the night before in my bag, and would have totally gone and asked him to sign it. But, even in an away city, I stick to my rule that if they're not in a hockey related setting, don't go up to them with a Sharpie in your hand. And, I felt bad enough that I got my two friends staring at him when I tried to be sly and asking if it was him in the first place. 

It was a fantastic weekend, but I am so ready to be back in Buffalo. I was told it was cold, but anything beats four cramped planes (the inside of the overhead storage says weight cannot exceed 160 pounds so it makes me wonder if thats how Ryan could cheat the the standby system). My shoulder blades are absoultely killing me for reasons I am still trying to figure out. I see a lot of Aleve and a hot bath in my near future. Shelby and I are going out to dinner at Chilis tonight because I'm craving it after eating half a bowl of pasta and one fajitia in the entire weekend. We're plotting to get tickets to the Atlanta game on Saturday, because I have a good feeling maybe we can remove our lips from Ryans ass long enough to let Patty play...so come December we're not like ' oh yeah, Olympics, oh well.'

...but Max better not score if he does.

....the flight attendant says we have to get prepped for landing. Adios!

Oh Yeah, These Guys!

In my Sabre excitement, I forgot about my two other buddies in the NHL. And they both did fantastic jobs last night. 

Who took this?!

Marty was in net for the Islanders last night (I still haven't actually looked into whether or not he's starter, back up, Jhonas Enroth...I dunno, I don't think I want to know). They lost in OT to the Senators, but Marty got third star (don't say that doesn't count and then tell me it's a big deal when Tyler gets it). From what I heard, he had a good game. They showed one of his saves on the jumbotron at the arena last night, and it was typical Marty-ness. Yay! Maybe the Islanders won't totally blow it this year.

And second!

SOMEBODY GOT A HAT TRICK!

In his debut at home, Mr. Dany J Heatley scored a freaking hat trick! Not that I find this uncommon, or new to be honest, but I'm really excited that he's making a good impact with San Jose. It would be terrible if after all that, he couldn't get chemistry going. But he seems to be doing just fine, amusing facial expressions and all. When I Googled him to find an article to post on my Facebook, I saw a lot of articles talking how it was such a good mood, and now San Jose is doing so well (better?) with him. Double yay!

It's good to see some things won't change with him...including his pant strings always hanging out.

Hamilton...errr Phoenix...Coyotes.

I've really been slacking in the blog updating department. I'm only doing it right now because I have to finish laundry, and am too lazy to go to my car to retrieve my camera. 

Thankfully, the boys made up for their home opening loss and seem to be on a good track. Even though I still haven't felt that hockey has reallllly begun, I think it's just going to take time to get things going. 

-First off, I think everyone played FANTASTIC tonight...with the minor exception of Derek, but he's never going to rank high enough to get any kind of honorable mention. Right, Derek? 

- Shelby and I called Goose, Drew, Craigory, Chris, annnddd...someone else? to score. We were never right, but who REALLY would have called Clarkie scoring? And Shelby SHOULD have called the Aussie scoring. 

- I feel as though Patty K only got aggressive because his attempt to fight in the beginning, which lost him a glove, did not work out. But his hit was clean, and like Ryan said, threw the Coyotes off the rest of the game. All they wanted was to take out Patty, and it just led to more penalties for them?

- I am falling more and more in love with Monty. I didn't care when he first signed, I'll admit, but he has so much grit and determination, and it really shows on the ice. He moves fast, and knows where to be and when to be there. He also looks like Simon Gagne, just saying. 

- I reallllly hope Hank's penalty doesn't put him on the waivers. Shelby somehow got me worried about that. But they killed off the 5 on 2, and then the remainder of his penalty. He seems to be doing just fine, or at least, not bad as he sometimes tends to be. 

- The two Sabres goals were hard to cheer for, as someone was down on the ice at the time. First a Coyote, who was thankfully fine, then Tyler, who was also fine. At first I thought Tyler was celebrating, Max style and all, until Hank was leaning over him and shaking him. Actually, there's a chance that maybe at the time I thought Hank was congratulating him? Who knows. After the threesome celebration, they all stood over him. But, everyone is just fine...and we do know that something CAN take down Tyler. 

- Speaking of Tyler, he got his first NHL point...and his announcement was greater than Clarke, who actually scored. Everyone orgasmed, I'm sure. 

- Toni finally signed the Finnish flag. He was stoked, I think, in a Toni kind of way. I think the three of us are really starting to build a friendship.

Sorry this blog is becoming slightly of a dud. School is kicking my ass, and in a sneaky form, and I also haven't been sleeping much at night. However, this time tomorrow (today?) I will be in Nashville. I'm visiting with family friends, but will be there for my boys on Saturday night. 

...I'm not sure how hardcore I'll have to go against Predators fans, but I am prepared for either...

Ole!...Sorry

After the game last night, Shebly and I were standing outside the arena, waiting to give Toni Lydman his cookies that we forgot with the rest of his present earlier that day, when it dawned on us. 

Overtime loss = we still got a point. 

With that information, the sting of losing the home opener went away. That, and if Ryan Miller says we played good, we must of. The two Habs goals were awkward, but I'm sure we all know that by now. 

As you may recall, Shelby and I totally called Goose scoring with Grier's assist in the preseason game against Toronto. So, last night we were debating...who would score the first goal of the season? I truly believe that the entire season can be previewed based on who scores the first goal.

We said it would be either Drew, Timmy, or Goose....and Rivet in the defensemen category. 

....we are good, needless to say. I actually have a video of them announcing his goal, which I will add to this as soon as I can upload it. I was soooooo excited when he scored! I mean, he scores often, and I've been to games when he's done it before, but the FIRST game of the season! And Rivet got the assist, so we were partially right there...no mentions for the little bitch.

Someone pointed out to me that the last first season goal scorers- Vanek and Spacho- both suffered serious injuries. I don't think that means squat, and it's TC, so we kind of see it coming, no? Whatever, we get free Dunkin Donuts. 

Last season opener, I made buddies with the Habs fan sat behind us. For some reason, they are the opposing fans that I get along with the best (and Philly fans, but only while Marty was there, and only in Wachovia). That whole " I'm from Montreal" goes a long way, I tell ya. 

Maybe it was because we won last year, but I don't think it was. All through the game they were just being annoying (understandably so, I suppose). And last year, I got the ones sitting behind us to pose for my friend Alison, who is a huge Habs fan, and it was her birthday that day. 

Even when we were walking back to the car, on an empty Swan Street at 11 at night, a Habs fan drove by and said ' sorry we kicked your ass' after waving at us for a few moments. Shelby yelled back  ' sorry your 100th anniversary sucked!' and was damn proud of herself. Last night was anything but an ass kicking. I'm not sore that we lost, but it was overtime people!

... I think they're just jealous that we have Rivet. 

However, we did meet two very nice guys who were sitting next to us through the game. I talked a bit to the one of them in the first two periods, then the other one talked to Shelby and I through most of the third period (not like anything else was going on). 

For some reason, Tyler and Timmy K are not sitting well with me. I don't think they're really problematic, it's just not working. Yesterday, I was not stoked about Hank and Tyler being paired, but I think they did an alright job (that kind of pairing makes me feel like Toni and Hank will be reunited when Toni gets better). Tyler did get us some nice penalties, because tripping someone like Tyler could wake up China...just saying. And of course he got third star...I know he did a good job but, I don't know, I think we're getting a little overhyped.

Oh! I almost forgot! PAUL GAUSTAD IS ASSISTANT CAPTAIN!

I'm not sure if last nights A's were permeant or not, but I sooooo hope they are! He is FINALLY getting what he deserves, and I doubt many people will be upset with that. 

Shelby and I are going to aim for the Phoenix game on Thursday. On Friday, I head to Nashville to visit with family friends (I really need to remember that). But I will be seeing the boys on Saturday!

...maybe Patty Cake will have his banana hat back by then. Work it, Patty!

Opening Night and Crayons!

Not that this slipped anyones minds I'm sure, but last night officially started the 2009-2010 season. 

Huzzah!

I'm sure it will matter more TOMORROW night, but exciting none the less. The Habs beat the Leafs in overtime, the Caps beat the Bruins, Calgary beat Vancouver, and San Jose LOST to Colorado...wtf.

In not so shocking news, Ovie already has two goals. Heads up, Vanek!

As I mentioned in a previous post, Shelby and I went to see David Sedaris last night. He read new stories, and they were fantastic. Then we waited in line for over three hours (literally) for a book signing (it makes a Dave and Adams signing look like shit). 

Anyways, we were probably one of the last ten people, and the guy was still chatting with people. I got up there and said hi, and immediately told him that my brother bought me Me Talk Pretty One Day (the book I had) because he thought we had a lot in common. 

He asked if I talk on the phone on the lot, and I said yes. I don't know why, because I really don't. In this age, I will gladly text before I ever talk on the phone, but that's what came out. At one point in my life I DID talk on the phone  a lot, so it wasn't really a lie. 

Then he asked what I do when I'm on the phone, I responded with "....talk?" I'm cool like that, making an ass of myself in front of my idols. But he seems like the type to be okay with smart ass replies. 

I saw him writing ' enjoy the crayons' in my book and was like uhhhhh. Then, he handed me a box of 120 crayons...and told me to doodle when I was on the phone. 

Seriously...not even kidding...GREATEST THING EVER! Patty Lalime could give me a hug, THIS still tops it! Every girl has a gay guy they'd marry, and David Sedaris is mine. I love him, and can't believe he HAD a box of crayons, let alone gave it to me. 

I just wish more people would adore it...