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.

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!