Let the Games Begin

Dear Hockey Gods,

I don't like your sense of humor.

I took it upon my self to look through the schedule for the month and realized that you thought it'd be funny to schedule every weekend with back-to-back games. Only one of these series are both at home (the 21st and 22nd against the Flyers and Islanders.

I also noticed you decided to bring Marty home during the play weekend. WHY WHY WHY!? Don't you know that it's important that the boys DON'T play too many back-to-backs... It's not safe and it's cruel. For the sake off all Buffalonians, it is in your best interest to CHANGE IT IMMEDIATELY!

You really aren't that funny I hope you know.

Sincerely,
Me

Ding Dong! The Doubt is Dead!

If there was any doubt in my mind about who my favorite Sabre was, all thoughts have been obliterated. I now want to take a moment to openly say:

Patrick Kaleta, you are God!

Looking through the Player's Tunes I noticed that, of the 7 songs Pat picked, I have four:
Animal Have I Become by Three Days Grace
Because of You by Nickelback
Home by Three Days Grace

Addicted by Saving Able

3DG is fan-freaking-tastic, and Animals is one of my top played songs, along with Nickelback [one of my top artists]. Addicted is one of those songs that you have to turn up when it comes on. Dirty, but amazing

I love the band of the fifth, Theory of a Dead Man, though I prefer All or Nothing.

Nirvana, on the other hand, has some growing to do, though Smells like Teen Spirit is decent.

When first searching for the song, I was half expecting to find a deodorant commercial, which would have completely destroyed my look on Pat.
Cute.

This got got me thinking about what kind of deodorant the players use (weird and twisted? Yes! Have I thought about stranger? Of course!) Something about watching Kaleta roll on Teen Spirit after practice sent me into a fit of giggles convulsions. The locker room probably smells like a mix of Axe and Abercrombie and Fitch Cologne

Yumm...

Yuck...

Bahaha!

Something tells me this isn't the girlfriend's.

Uh-Uh-Uh-Mazing!

Can i just say that it's good to be a Buffalo sports fan. Sabres are 6-0-1, Bills are about the same (5-1 i wanna say) Clarence's JV Football is 7-0. Face it, we kick ass! Seeing as we are amazing, i decide to risk the awesomeness of my night and check the standings. Lo and behold, look at that BUFFALO IS BACK ON TOP BETCHES!!! what now?! That's right, go scamper off to your corners of the league and wallow away your guilt in Glog.
A few things i found interesting:
~we have the best goals for(26), and the 3rd best goals against at 13.
~Philly has less than 1/3 the points we do (3) and, yet again, the worst standing currently.
~Philly has yet to win a game.
~Jersey is tied for 4th least goals for (15) but has the best goals against (9)
~The top 10 is spit 5-5 East-West teams

Alexei Cherepanov

For those who dont know, NYR prospect Alexei Cherepanov passed away while on the bench during a game in Russia. According to teammate Jaromir Jagr (that's right THE Jagr) said he was a budding athlete who could easily have been a second liner for the NYR this season.

So here's to you: Russian star, gone too soon.

Homecomming

More appropriate, I believe this should be called 'Name That Song'. At the dance last night I heard a song and the only part of the refrain that I remember was some thing to the effect of 'your hands/arms around/on my waist'. For the life of me I can't think of who does it or what the name of the song is. All I know is that it is NOT by Rihana. I repeat: NOT by Rihana. If you've got any idea who does it or what it may be (I'm pretty sure it's a female artist) lemme know. I know, I know, the little snippit isnt very helpful.

Glogg Pong

In kahootz with http://intergalactical-frisbee.blogspot.com/ (Anna) and based off of The Willful Caboose's themes and ideas, we will be publishing some nonsense stories and scenerios.
Just a head's up.

Scene: after a long game, Mr. Ruff is holding a press conference....

Hank: Guys, I don't know if this is going to work...

Spacek: -in a funny accent- Oh come on, Tally. What are they going to do? Bench us next game? We're defense; we're immune to benching.

Hank: Okay, okay. But if we get caught-

Spacek: Just blame it on Max like last time.

Hank sighs and proceeds to sneak into the conference. Once in the back of the room, he proceeds to whoop like an Indian and dive head first through the back row of chair, making a huge distraction.

Spacek: You're up, Maxy.

Max: -nods due to lack of English skills-

Max sneaks under the clothed table, behind the podium and into Lindy's back pocket, grabing the ‘get-into-anything’ key without anyone noticing (the perks of being a super Russian spy). The guys go on to sneak down the hall into the Bandit's locker room where Toni the Tiger and Millsy are already waiting with the Glogg. Hank is kicking chairs off his legs and examining fresh bruises.

Hank: 17 bruises in 7 seconds. BEAT THAT!

Millsy: -sigh- Can we hurry up with this? I'm missing my Soaps to referee your game!

Toni: Okay, okay. I've got the Glogg. Here, you guys set up the cups, okay?

Spacek: Ja, ja. Set up the cups, Max.

Max: -shakes head, blinks twice, claps hands together-

Spacey: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT TO BUY CUPS?!

Max: -stares intently before hopping on one foot and holding up three fingers-

Spacek: Well, I know you were watching House last night, but that doesn't mean you can just forget to buy cups.

Toni: -sighs- So what are we going to do now?

Hank: Well, we can't let all this glogg go to waste, just toss it over here and-Toni: No way you glogg-aholic. Last time we let you hold the glogg, it was gone before we could blink. And then you went and blamed it on Sabretooth....

Millsy: -muttering- Stupid defensemen....

Max: -snaps fingers, blinks three times, does the macarena-

Toni: Won't the lacrosse balls roll over?

Max: -sighs and does handstand-

Toni: Ooooh, well why didn't you say we'd kept Marty's old tape?

The five spend the next few minutes cutting lacrosse balls in half and taping them to the table so that the open part is facing up. Toni proceeds to pour the glogg into the "cups," making sure Hank isn't nearby.

Millsy: Okay, so the teams will be-

Toni: Oooh, ooh! I get Hank!!

Millsy: -sigh- Toni, you always pair up with him. Tonight's teams are Max and Toni versus you and Spacey.

Toni: -pouts- Fine.

Several minutes later.

Spacek: Haha, Toni. Vou Oose again!

Hank: We're on fire tonight, Spacey. –high fives-

Goose: -suddenly bursts in- Honk honk honk honk-honk?

Millsy: Goose, what are you doing here, dude? -smiles nervously-

Goose: Honk, honk honk honk honk-honk?!

Spacek: Well, we were going to invite you, but then... um...Goose: .... honk?

Millsy: -glares at Spacek- Of course we like you, Goosey! It's just, you tend to honk loudly when you're drunk and we can't get caught by Lindy again.... Why don't you go home and practice your viola? I'll call you tomorrow and we can gossip about Crosby's crocs. Okay?

Goose: Honk, honk HONK!!!

Millsy: I know, yellow is totally not his color! But we'll talk about that tomorrow.Goose: Honk. -smiles and flies away-

Hank: -sighs- That was close; I thought he was going to start pecking up again.



To be continuted…

Disaster in the Making

Well, knowing me, this will be one of my many futile attempts to organize all my thoughts... and chances are (like everything else) it will end up dropping off the face of the earth into oblivion.

Just to warn you.