The Sabres played the Bruins tonight. They needed to rebound after a poor showing against the Flyers. They needed to show they can win in front of their backup. They needed to show they can play good teams and not just bad ones. (Although I don’t know if I’d necessarily call the Bruins a “legitimate contender” so far this season.) They needed two points taken in convincing fashion.
Too bad no one told them that.
This game was not fun. The Bruins were last in the league on the power play and Buffalo let them score more than once with the man advantage. Jhonas didn’t get a win. They kept showing Pie and it made me very sad. The Sabres let an “offensively challenged” team score four. It was a mess all around tonight and I’m starting to worry that this is where it all starts to go downhill.
Toronto beat Detroit 5-1. I don’t even know what to say to that. I’m speechless.
The Caps beat the Panthers 7-4. Smiley face! The Caps were winning then they were tied then they were losing then they were winning then they were tied then they won. The Lars-Flash-Mikey line was intense. They were scoring and assisting and being general badasses. Supposedly 13 Caps had points tonight. That’s spectacular, especially considering that Alex is still, alas, wounded. That’s not spectacular is that Semin didn’t have any. You suck, Sasha. I don’t like you.
Michael and Alexander were unable to play tonight, however, we were provided our fix of them thanks to Michael’s Twitter:
They’re too cute.
Michael has his stupid skinny tie on again.
I always liked that pink shirt of Alex’s.
He’s looking a little chunky.
I miss him.
We’ve got a few days off until the Sabres play again, and I’m really hoping they figure things out and decide who they want to be and all that sappy garbage. I don’t want them to fall apart. I like when they’re good. It’s more exciting.
Actually, I am still chuckling to myself. I think it’s because last night I accepted that the Sabres will not make the playoffs, so now I can just take a very casual stance on the rest of the season. I’ll still root for them, but I won’t freak myself out over the standings and points and games in hand.
I actually had a really awesome post all planned out for today, but then I got slammed with three hours of homework and a test next Friday in my HARDEST class. This test will involve Chinese agricultural inventions and how they evolved into that John Deere lawnmower you’ve got out in your garage, just to give you an idea. And my parents are dragging me along as a third-wheel to their anniversary dinner. I have no idea what they’re going to do when I leave for college. So, super-fast:
- Lydman is outrageously bad. I really couldn’t believe it. He stays out for the longest shift of his career and then coughs up the puck. I don’t blame Patty for that goal. I blame Lydman.
- Jason Pominville is so bad at hockey I couldn’t believe it. WHAT is going on with him?
- Two Canadian guys were sitting behind us and the more they drank, the more pronounced their accents got. Listening to them say “Timmy” was fantastic. Listening to them mispronounce “Kotalik” and “Tallinder” was not.
- That shorthanded goal completely changed the game. It was pretty quiet in there after that.
- That third goal was disgusting. I could not believe Patty let that in. He was just sitting in the left side of the crease while the Anaheim player walked in.
- We left before Goose rearranged Getzlaf’s face so I have no comment on that.
- There were two highlights to my evening last night: The first was hearing the drunk Canadians behind us call Giguere a slut at the beginning of the third. The second was seeing Miller and Patches up in the press box before the game started.
- Lala is now sick, and Enroth appears to be our started. This is the reason for the title of my post. It’s really funny when you think about it.
- Read this.
- I just want to thank everyone for the birthday wishes. It was really sweet of you guys. Jill, that deCAPitate thing was hilarious. Clare, you should start a business making those for stalkers across the nation.
Dear Ryan Miller’s Ankle,
Dear Buffalo Sabres,
As you know, tomorrow is my birthday (checks should be made out to Frostee, gift cards should be to either Forever 21 or the iTunes Store, and cold hard cash is always appreciated). It also happens to be the night you play the Anaheim Ducks. I am trying to take a positive attitude about this whole thing, but I’ll be honest. It’s not easy.
First there’s the matter of this whole Miller-having-a-high-ankle-sprain thing. Being raised by hockey fans, there were two things I have been taught my entire life. The first is that the Philadelphia Flyers are bad and should be openly loathed (hey, my dad grew up going to Rangers and Islanders games). The second is that high ankle sprains are probably one of the worst injuries hockey players could get. Groin injuries are also pretty bad. See, Miller is most likely out until the end of the season unless the hockey gods do us a solid and throw a miracle our way. Patrick Lalime is now your starting goaltender and you called up Jhonas Enroth today. I’ve given this a lot of thought, and there are two possible outcomes from this scenario:
1) You, the Buffalo Sabres, band together in an incredible show of team unity and play in front of Patty as you have never played before, guiding yourselves into the playoffs.
2) You completely implode and get an early summer for the second year in a row.
I’m trying to be optimistic about all this, Sabres, I really am. It’s just that the way you depend on Ryan Miller to always save your collective asses and the way you suck in front of Lala has me worried. Who knows. Maybe we dedicated fans will be rewarded with Outcome #1. Maybe we won’t.
Then there’s the matter of your birthday greetings policy. As you know, people put birthday wishes up on the jumbotron at games. Yesterday when we were all preparing lunch, my dad came downstairs and told me that he’s really sorry, but HSBC has a policy that you have to call at least three days in advance to get a birthday greeting. As he called only two days in advance, there would be no special surprise for me. I actually can not tell you how devastated I was to hear this.
So, Sabres, I really need you to win this game tomorrow. I haven’t been to a good game since November 1. I may have had fun at the one at the end of December, but that’s because I liked the other team enough to overlook the fact that you apparently sucked balls. The one in the middle of December was pretty bad too. Then there’s also the matter of the critical two points you could pick up. And, of course, a win on my birthday would be simply marvelous.
- Tom Renney got fired. It was only a matter of time.
- The Alex Ovechkin/Sidney Crosby bitch fight made ESPN this morning. Personally, I thought the wave was amusing. And personally, I’m going to side with Alex and Bruce and the rest of the Washington Capitals. Sid kind of needed to shut his mouth yesterday. Personally, I prefer Alex’s playing style to Sidney’s because I love me a man who can score goals AND throw hits. A friend of mine is a Penguins/Crosby fan and even she admitted to me today that he’s kind of a wuss. Personally, I think it’s really funny how none of the Penguins want to stick up for Crosby. Personally, I’m just glad the Caps won.
- I told my mother that if she went with me to the game tomorrow night we would have to go down during the pre-game skate and shout inappropriate things at Ryan Getzlaf, but since it’s looking like Papa Frostee will be going with me instead, we’ll just heckle Chris Simpson.
- I won’t go into details, because the details are hilarious but time-consuming, but there’s this one kid who’s been in several of my classes for the past few years. He’s a total creeper in addition to being incredibly rude. He does this weird thing where he’ll get a crush on a girl and just follow her around for several days. He back-talks to teachers on a regular basis. He doesn’t like me or any of my friends, and just to prove how nice he is he told us that he would kill us in our sleep. This charming young man also happens to be a Red Wings fan, an insufferable one at that. He thoroughly enjoys trash-talking the Sabres, and when the Wings won the Cup last season we knew he’d be awful to be around. The next day he wore his signed Pavel Datsyuk jersey (I was so jealous) to school, and I informed him that while Candy Corn Head is a great player, I still prefer Mr. Henrik Zetterberg. The kid started screaming at me about how Henrik is probably the most overrated player in the league and he’s not any good and Pavel is easily the best player on the team and the best in the NHL. It was really funny. Now, last week I started getting Facebook Mobile texts informing me that he was trying to add me as a friend on Facebook. Since I, well, don’t like him, I rejected him. Four times. I finally just gave up and added him. Today he commented on a picture I have. Not only does this prove he was Facebook stalking me, but it also confuses me slightly. See, he commented on the picture of me with Mini Alex that I took last year during the playoffs. His comment read, “seriously ovechkin? jk jk jk he’s clearly the best russian player in the league.” Hmm. This is the same kid that informed me in no uncertain terms that Pavel Datsyuk is the best player in the world. I kind of want to shake him and shout, “But what about PAVEL?!??! You told me PAVEL! was the BEST PLAYER in the WORLD!”
- Speaking of Alex, I’m choosing to ignore that picture of him over at Puck Daddy.
- Alexander Semin is following me on Twitter. This is kind of awesome.
- TV is back skating with the team. Woo!
- COMPLETELY unrelated to hockey, but what do you think the chances are of my teacher figuring out I made up 100% of what I wrote about the North Korean economy? There was nothing on the websites she told us to use. I bullshit on projects regularly, but this is just plan making stuff up. Thank goodness we only have give the website.
Well, tomorrow at four in the morning (you have GOT to be kidding me) we are hopping in the car and driving for fourteen hours. I realize that Valentine’s Day is just the card companies trying to squeeze money out of us but seriously? I don’t want to spend fourteen hours on the “most romantic day of the year” in a car with my family. I love them…but it’s fourteen hours. Starting at four. Don’t be surprised to see suicidal Twitter updates.
I’m kind of glad I’m not watching the Sabres game tonight. It has the potential to get VERY ugly. And our neighbor said Mamma Mia! was awesome.
Since one of my teachers is kind of a bitch, she assigned us a massive research project with the majority of it due the first day back. The best part is, the only websites we can use are in French. I’m going to let in you on a little secret, Dear Readers. Just because most of my friends and I have been taking French since sixth grade doesn’t mean we actually know enough at this point to go on a French website and plot out a subway route through Paris. I know one girl who’s leaving for Mexico all week and I just hope for her sake that she’s able to find internet access. It’s really ridiculous how much homework teachers pile on us on vacations. I also have a newspaper articles project I have to get started on. Teachers really seem to think winter vacation = give the kids as much homework as you possibly can. My English teacher’s philosophy is that he won’t be doing any work over break, so why should we? but no one else seems to share that opinion. We’re just high schoolers, for God’s sake. We’re already overworked and exhausted and giving us this much homework is ridiculous. Now I have to try and fill out an entire planner in French so that I can write the three compositions next Sunday, because NO WAY am I missing a hockey game on my birthday for French homework.
Whew. Sorry about that rant. I just had to get it out of my system.
- Lindy called out Pommer. It is about time. Pommer may be cute and adorable, but he also sucks right now. Step it up, Jason.
- Florida beat Carolina, Ottawa beat Philly. If the Sabres win tonight they bump Montreal down to seventh/eighth place (I’m too time-crunched too actually figure out who will be in what place) and that would be awesome. It would also be a huge confidence booster getting a win tonight.
- The sports bar promises ALL sports packages, and even though it’s South Carolina I fully expect them to get Center Ice. My dad is pretty sure he saw a hockey game on when he was there in October. This is good. I need my Sabres and I don’t really want to have to resort to sitting in the car for two hours each night like I did last time. Hey, what can I say? I’m dedicated.
- Since it looks like I’ll be spending a lot of time in the internet access areas of the island, maybe there’ll be posts? Who knows at this point.
- Ryan updated his blog. First of all, I already have one dog and would love to have two. Second of all, I am way more excited by this line than I should be: I don’t have a girlfriend to hold down the home front at the moment.
- Just in case anyone was wondering, I am totally in love with Jhonas Enroth.
Good luck tonight, Sabres! Don’t embarrass me when I’m watching the games in public. Dear Readers, have a lovely Valentine’s Day.
And, hey, you know, this gives you all PLENTY of time to shop for my birthday presents. It’s the 24th. You won’t have to worry about running in to me when you’re at the stores. ;)