While I'm Up at 7 am

Typing that title just made me realized I missed Boy Meets World...which is on at 7 am. Dammit.

Moving on.

I know I've been neglecting this blog, but in all fairness, I've been neglecting school work, actual school, cleaning my apartment, and my cat. Thankfully, only one of those can actually bite my ankles. I had a post saved from the Philly pre-season game, but posting that now would even be out of whack, even if I were Versus or Sabres.com.

First of all, when did we go into a losing streak? Mike Harrington has a post saying that it's our first losing streak of the year. A losing streak is losing three and more games (I base this on nothing, or a little about how our losing streaks are 8-10 games a year), so tonight will make that call.

I feel like saying ' but it's the New Jersey Devils' can go both in a good and bad way (like Tampa Bay, Shelby).

I have this irking that Patty is going to play, and so does Shelby. Again, based on nothing than our never dying hope for that man. It doesn't fit into the pattern of the two times a year Patty does get to play, but it's worth a hope. Maybe if not, this weekend (fat chance).

I'm excited or Hank to be back tonight, and I'm sure not many people are. From the looks of it, he's been doing very well with the Devils, which is all you can hope for when a player you adore leaves. He'll probably score on us.

Shelby and I, due to her undying kindness, are going to the game tonight (we also went to the home opener, but other than our excessive screaming, body slamming of Rangers fans, and Jordan Leopold, who wants to remember THAT). Our Rivet jerseys will finally be debuted in the regular season (unless Patty plays, HA!) after being worn for the Toronto pre-season game...I think. Or maybe we didn't...I dunno, either way, big night tonight!

When...er...if we lose tonight, THEN it's a losing streak. Maybe, I dunno.

I still haven't been able to form an opinion on this Pominville thing. I was at work when it happened, and only got brief updates from Shelby from my phone that was NOT hiding in my drawer (my manager seemed puzzled that I knew the updates of the game, but didn't ask questions). I suppose not seeing it first hand took away from my shock of it, because I knew almost right away that he was, for the most part, alright. By the time I had gotten home, he had a concussion and was alive.

I cannot recall the last time a Sabre was taken off in a stretcher, not even that ugly Danny Briere hit back in 2006 (I think). Not even Zednik, though that was a much uglier situation than this. It was a dirty hit, that's for sure, but until someone dies, it's going to keep happening.

I'm not going to lie, as soon as I found out he was okay, I thought maybe a little time off for the guy would be...uh...good. And for some reason people think that Saturday, at the end of the agonizing two game suspension, will be some sort of blood shedding event. I know it's Chicago, but we are better than them.

Also, random thought of the day, today (well, last night) marks the four year anniversary of the October storm. And when I look out my window, I see the same thing I saw 4 years ago...grass.

Fancy, Boys!

Maybe there's something about the off season that just deflates me of all hockey decency (Darcy Syndrome) because the first preseason game always reminds me of the tactics of attending a hockey game. Especially when going with Shelby.

Saturday, as we know, embarked as the last team to start their pre-season. Once again, it was against the Leafs, once again, we won (I feel like we're not allowed to lose in pre-season, or against the Leafs), and once again the Sabres arrived in style.

Or so I'm told, to be perfectly honest, a certain event at the red carpet wiped my mind clean of basically everything but my social security number.

Shut up, you adore it! Jordan Leopold, you get credit for trying (and for naming your daughter Jordyn), but no.

Nice try getting me to learn to appreciate you, bonus points there.

Anyways, on to the game portion of the night.

We were early, of course, because of the red carpet event. Shelby and I are rarely early to the game unless it's San Jose or for some reason I miscalculated. Our typical routine is arrive, buy raffle tickets/poster, head to 100 levels for warm ups. But I was so busy running around the arena to find our one friend who works the concession stand to show her the adorableness above, that didn't happen.

Come to think of it, when I saw them coming out for warm ups on the screen, I was kind of like ' oh, right, they do that.' None the less, very excited to see that Mr. Timmy was wearing an A, and not even that shocked that Robbie had one too. I have a feeling that is going to stick.


Shelby and I sat in the 200 section, as you can see my the clear cups (I'm sure she's glad I didn't use the other picture of our drinks that night). I would save up to sit there during the season, at least for one game. I'm all for situations where you don't have to stand up (except for peanut butter pie, totally worth it!).

Pre-Season is always interesting in the sense that you watch the games and, even on the other team, are you puzzled by numbers and names that you've never seen before and, in a few days, won't see until next pre-season.

Never the less, it was nice to see new guys, Robbie and Shaoooone, play for the first time. One thing that irked me on the red carpet is that people cheered louder for big Tyler than Robbie when they were near each other. Yes, he won the Calder, but for crying out loud we have a NIEDER BROTHER!

Sigh, hopefully over time. He did score, so, bonus points.

I don't know, I never see the point of re-capping the jist of the game- if you didn't see it, you already know. Robbie scored, Nate broke half his bones taking out a Leaf, somehow we won with a rookie goalie in net. All impressive, yes, but why should I bore you repeating it?

Instead, I shall leave you with this:

She was pointing to the mean fans who are mean to her daddy!

Lets see how the big guy does tonight!

Double Poop.

Last night was awful, just awful. It doesn't take much to overturn the soaking wet feet I had when finally getting into the arena, and last night was not even close.

Ryan Miller deserves no blame, and coming from me that means a lot. The second goal may or may not have been his fault, but it sure as well was not the game winning one. Years from now, when reminicing to his 14 children from 10 different women, Marty B can talk about how he tied the 103 shutout record with ten fucking shots on goal.

Goose was probably hanging himself in the press box, Chris was probably crying. And Patty was sitting on the bench thinking ' I conditioned for this crap?' I swear that's what he said to Ryan at the end of the game.

And Mike Harrington did have an interesting point about Patty...I know I always go off about him, but is last night really worth spending much time on? Especially since the Sabres didn't. Anyways, Mike said that conditioning Patty all weekend to bench him for a week is insanely stupid, and it is.

Apparently he's going to play against the Rangers. It's a shame, since Shelby and I are going to the Chicago game (I don't like being seperated from her, I don't). I think Patty only starting on the second of back to back nights isn't helping anyone, since he already will have a tired team....







Shelby just told me that Lindy was bitching on the radio about Jason and Roy. Thank youuuuuuuu! Frankly, I'm surprised they haven't found a way to blame Patty yet...or Drewseph.


Speaking of my wonderful long haired blondie, her and I have a special surprise coming later in the week....and unlike the Sabres, we shall not disappoint.

Ohhhhhh Sabres!

How many time have we watched the games where the Sabres come to life in the the third period? And how many times have the Sabres come to life in the third period when the other team collapses at the same time? Well, last night. 

The curse of Shelby and Tamara going to bad games was officially broken last night. Usually games her and I attend are 1-1, or 2-1....a defenseman or two are napping on the bench. The only game I've been to at HSBC, the shut out of the Islanders, she wasn't there. So, we were just starting to accept it. 

We were going to start accepting that we would be that team that lets Carolina win....

Oh yeah, then Mike and Derek and Clarke and Yo- Yo and Vanek score (we did sit down when Derek scored, like we always do)...all within two to three minutes of one another. I hate when it takes them awhile to wake up, then it's too late. Maybe this time they just wanted Carolina to only FEEL special....

The one goal that Ryan did let in was horrific. At least, it was on the time. After he made 30 saves over all and did an amazing job, it's totally cool. I've never seen the entire arena get up and cheer over a save. Then again, it was an awesome save, and it's not like anyone was doing anything else at that point. 

My friend dubbed the game to be a " Lalime Game" because the goalie does something, but then is the only one doing so. Luckily, that changed. Now if only they could do it with the real Lalime....

To be honest, I think now I only go to games hoping to see the goalie lovin'

Not Pictured: Last Nights Goalie Lovin'

Ryan would totally be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to THAT at the end of every game. 

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

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!

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. 

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!

I'm So Neglecting.

Sorry folks, but yesterday I was death with a Sabres shirt on. I don't have swine flu like poor Jill, but something finally brought me down. Luckily, the worse only lasted a day, now i'm just sore and congested. Oh, and like my grandpa, whenever I laugh, it leads to a coughing fit. 

Anyways!

Shelby and I had loads of fun at the pre-season game. The red carpet was spiffy, except for the lack of Craig Rivet, and Derek Roy still being allowed to dress himself. I think his suit is why GOOSE was Captain, and he was not. But other than that, everyone looked sharp and seemed to be more comfortable with the concept in comparison to last year. Joe Dipenta, who finally came out of the wood work, seemed to be a little confused...which is weird because he played in California, land of this kind of crap. He also had Tim Hortons in hand, very adorable. 

Some things from that evening. 

- Patty didn't bring his daughters, but he had a pink tie (like Hank!). I think Patty K was most hardcore into the signings, and Drew just wanted to make fun of Derek (he said what we were all thinking). 

- I loved that Adam went. But I'm sure he has a lot of time to waste, this along with his new blog. However, I bet he will be right back at the 6 week mark. Afterall, according to Jim Corsi, he's a ' hip guy.' (insert awkward laughing).

- The ONE autograph I wanted was Patty on a Penguins card I recently got. But this skank next to me (not Shelby) pushed me aside to get him to sign her Winter Classic banner. The game HE WASN'T EVEN ON OUR TEAM FOR!

- Security was suspicious of my bag. I love having to say  ' uh, a bobblehead' when he felt it. Thank god he didn't ask me to take out Toni's card, even though it was occupying the most room in that little bag. 

- Shelby and I attempted to get to the 200 level to FINALLY get a picture with Patty and Patty, but apparently even during the preseason they check tickets before you go up. And not until I just read Shelby's blog did I realize we also forgot to do it after the game (darn you, Toni Lydman!). We have time to keep forgetting...

- Goose being captain was the greatest thing since...Craig Rivet being captain. Also, his goal was totally called by Shelby and I...including Mike Grier's assist. 

- Jason Pominville looks ridiculous with the camera on his head. More so, that is. 

- Yelling at Leafs fans will never get old. I never have issues with other opposing fans, so I save it all for them. 

- I called Shelby a 'cunt-nugget' because she filmed me backing up my car in our oh-so-cheap parking lot. 

- Toni loved the bloopers video. Drewseph didn't even budge when they did the air guitar thing.

- Speaking of Drew, they finally put that man in a cage...and denied him his burrito. 

- There's probably some stuff I'm forgetting.

- Toni's mom should be proud with that woman he married. I've always thought Mrs. Lydman was a funny girl, like when she translated my Finnish sign. Wednesday night, Shelby and I gave Toni an early birthday card explaining why his present would be late (hehe). You know those ones that play music? Imagine that 6 times bigger, and thats what we had. He did stop, but we were acting too chicken shit to give it to him. But we figured we had to for it all to fall into place. So, we handed it to him and said blah blah blah it's for your birthday. He smiled and said...something, but the his wife grabbed it from him and said ' oh good, because I was going to forget it!' That's a solid hockey marriage right there!

Also!

- Timmy is going to be on the second line with Clarke opening night, and an unnamed winger. Roy, Thomas, and Drewseph are going to be the starters. I like some parts, but not others, we'll have to wait and see. 

- According to Jhonas's Facebook, he's going to Portland tomorrow. Obviously, we all knew, but still. I wonder who is next...

- Adam Mair was skating today. He had Timmys red jersey on, but he was pretty active, until he fell over. 

- Home opener is 8 days away! 8 days! Goodness gracious, that means 6 days until Shelby explodes. 

Pictures from Wednesday? Of course....    http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2222470&id=90400158&l=362c670fdc

We Pre-Game Harder Than You Party

Tomorrow is the day HSBC, Buffalo PD, and Paul Gaustad have been fearing for ages. 

It's Shelby and Tamara attending their first Sabres game together. And sadly, it's just a warm up before the home opener a week from Saturday...when we actually decorate my car. Tomorrow we just might do the flag, but it's all in preparation, folks. 

We should be there in time for the Red Carpet, so if anyone is out and about looking to meet some new people, look for the home made Craig Rivet shirts and a Finnish flag. 

Tomorrow should be good stuff game wise though...Toronto is always a fun game to watch. And our boys have been doing really well, so lets hope that keeps up tomorrow. 

Speaking of talent, Kevin Sylvester posted a blog today in which he praises Patty. 

Without being bias, he has a very good point. Given the right amount of time and preparation, Patty will be just fine when Ryans all rawr Team USA. And it's not just the preseason for the goalies. Hopefully Patty Cake will keep up his good work...he should be playing in Montreal if this rotation keeps up.

Not tomorrow, but I'll live. I'm sure come Olympic time, I'll be dragging Shelby to a game just because Patty is playing. Afterall, I drove through the bad part of Buffalo at midnight to get tickets to the Anaheim game from some guy off Craigs List (edited for the parental story). 

Tomorrow will be interesting. Hopefully the boys show up with their A-game and stylin suites...classy stylin, not Derek Roy stylin. 

However, I would LOVE a repeat of this:

-dreamy sigh-