Dear Readers, I am safely back at the kitchen desk, happily tapping away on the laptop once again. My trip was very enjoyable, but like always, it’s good to be home.
We started off our vacation visiting friends in Rhode Island, but other than seeing a few Lucic shirts and getting a nice tan, nothing remarkable happened there.
On Wednesday we headed to Boston. I won’t go into major details, but suffice to say we saw everything historical in the whole city, stood over Paul Revere’s grave, ate seafood, saw all the big colleges, and went to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. Oh, and I saw BJ Novak walking down the street and I fell in love with Nick Green, Red Sox playah.
I’m not a huge baseball fan so I don’t really feel as though I can comment on the game. It was definitely exciting, and I can’t say for sure but I don’t recall hearing too many baseball games ending 1-0. Our seats were far out but we could see the diamond, and the guys sitting in front of us were heavy duty Bostonians and absolutely terrifying.
Time for pictures!!
This is Paul Reveah’s house.
This is the view of TD Banknorth Garden from the top of Bunkah Hill.
This is Fenway Pahk. The Bahston Red Sox play heah.
During the seventh inning, the Red Sox faithful got a nice, loud “Yankees suck!” chant going. It was hilarious.
This is my new boyfriend Nick Green at bat. He struck out this time. Sob.
These are my beloved Nick Green’s career statistics versus Kansas City. I’m, um, not quite sure if I should be in awe of them or disgusted by them. I understand how baseball is played, but I don’t understand the specifics and different statistics. I’m just going to assume these are mindblowing because it makes dear Nicholas even more lovable.
Now, are you ready for the best part? I saved the best picture for last!!
The tall ships were in Boston this week (it was a complete coincidence that they were there when we were), and guess whose ship I saw on Friday?
A whole mess of things happened in the past week and I’m not going to rehash them all, since I’m sure you heard about it already. Just a few things:
- The Caps got a second-line center!! At least, they got someone to compete for the spot. This is exciting.
- The Sabres signed some defenseman who spent last season in Sweden. I was less than impressed by his statistics. I hope he’s just here to fill roster space in Portland.
- Chicago was a complete mess and then they quickly signed all their RFAs. There is an excellent chance they completely implode next summer when it comes time to sign all the RFAs.
- Kovalev signed with Ottawa. That must suck for Montreal fans.
- Jay McKee SOLD OUT and signed with Pittsburgh. I’m sure you’ve heard me tell this story a hundred times, but Jay McKee signed an autograph especially for me right before he left Buffalo in which he said he’s my friend. Clearly he was lying, because no friend of mine would sign with Pittsburgh.
- Alexander was named some sort of ambassador for the 2014 Winter Games in Sochi. This could get awkward if Gary decides to pull the plug on NHL players at the Olympics.
- Trendy Euro (the original one) signed with Rangers. This is heartbreaking news.
- Lindy Ruff has no problem standing pat. That really upsets me. Lindy, I don’t care if your team only finished two points out of the playoffs this year, and I don’t care if deep down, we all know a huge part of that was Ryan Miller’s injury. A non-playoff team is a non-playoff team no matter how close you get, and I think the players we have don’t cut it. If you don’t feel that way, it makes me sad.
And now, to spend the night playing with my new iPhone. I don’t know if anyone’s told you, but these things are pieces of art. I’m in love with mine. I don’t know how I functioned before I got it.
- The final score last night. 12-11? For reals? Yikes. We actually missed the first half of the third period, because, hello!, the SAG Awards were on. I went 10-for-10. During the Golden Globes, I predicted the correct winner for every single category. It’s crazy, man. But, uh, anyways, back to the All Star Game. Heh. I don’t know why I even watch it. Those poor goalies don’t try to stop the puck half the time. It’s all ridiculous and high-scoring. I love high-scoring games, but not when the defense is non-existent. I would rather see the Sabres score ten goals in one game while the opposing team’s defensemen scramble around trying to look like they’re actually doing something.
- Gary Bettman. Did everyone catch right near the end when they showed him coming down to ice level? Because when he stood up on his tip-toes because he couldn’t see around the people on to the ice, it might have been the funniest moment all night.
- Props to the Montreal fans for booing him, by the way.
- I can’t believe they actually went to a shootout last night. I figured one of the goalies would just let a puck in right at the end.
- I also can’t believe that Alex scored in the shootout. I love the guy, and I certainly see him play a lot, but that was the honest to goodness first time I ever saw him score in a shootout. I always wondered what it would look like…
- Not really funny or ridiculous, but I thought Kovalev as MVP was a good decision. He got two goals, scored in the shootout, was the captain, and is a Montreal player. The fans would have gone absolutely bonkers if a Montreal player hadn’t been named MVP, but I had no problems with Kovalev being chosen.
- Evgeni Malkin’s English.
- Remember back over the summer when I couldn’t decide if I loved Malkin or not, and then I was all, “Oh HELL no” after finding out he and Alex were ex-besties? Well, I’m back to a state of confusion. They were all cuddly and “I love you” over the weekend (dinner dates? Geno being the first one to congratulate Alex after the shootout? the Breakaway Challenge?), but my friend Kristen thinks they’re going to go back to hating each other. I hope they do, because then I would just be able to hate Malkin in a show of solidarity. I mean, Malkin’s a total man-skank and his teeth are screwy and he’s beating everyone in the points race and he plays for the Penguins, but at the same time he’s kind of adorable. You just want to make him cookies and teach him proper English.
- A penalty was actually called. I bet the referee forgot it was an All Star Game.
- How did no one score on that power play? I thought these were the best of the best.
- It’s really cute how my Latin teacher thinks we’ll actually read 80 pages in our review book this week. We’ve already learned everything covered in it, according to her.
- I can not believe Carey Price actually called his mom. That made my night.
- I’m pretty sure Brian Engblom broke the record for saying a player has smooth hands the most times in one game.
- One of my teachers in school. We kind of hate this teacher because he’s absolutely terrible, has no idea what he’s talking about, and is a total asshole on top of it all. One of my friends thinks he got the honors position because we’re the gifted kids and can figure it out on our own. Even the parents think he’s a jerk. He’s also a total jock, so instead of teaching he likes to spend his time talking with the jocks in the class. Apparently, if we talk amongst ourselves while he’s talking to kids, we’re “rude.” It’s really funny. He tells all the other teachers in the school how rude we are, writes it on the instruction sheets for the subs (last month a sub actually told us at the beginning of class, “Yes, your teacher tells me you are the rudest class he has ever taught.”), and even tells his other class at our level how rude we are. He decided that the fact that he let us pick our own seats was the reason we were so rude, so he decided to put us in alphabetical order today. Only problem is, the chatty kids are all next to each other when he does that. Jill and Maggie are next to each other in one row, Justine is in front of me and Ally’s to the side of us in the other, Gena and Leah are both next to the window. He realized this and then spent the next fifteen minutes trying to separate us all so that we couldn’t talk. It was kind of one of those, “you had to be there” moments, but if you had been there you would have been cracking up. Andrew and I were. It was so ridiculously funny. I can’t believe he actually did it. Now I’m right next to the door and get to leave the class first. It’s quite nice.
- This blog got hit about eight kazillion times yesterday, and approximately four kazillion of those hits were on my post from yesterday. Hmm. That’s kind of cool.
- The Savard-Ovechkin-Chara commercial. “This guy can’t beat me. This guy can’t beat me either.”
- I’m actually probably going to watch the West Coast games this week. It’s quite irresponsible of me, but then again, so is only studying for one of the exams I have. I haven’t seen the Sabres in ages, and I’m sort of starting to miss them.
- I still can’t stop thinking about Thomas Vanek’s hair. I think he let his son do it for him.
I uploaded my pictures from the game, and I’m going to warn you now: some are blurry (but I’ll try to weed those out. Which means you won’t get any of Crunchy and Petey by the net. [But rest assured, they were there like always]). I was FREEZING, and I may or may not have been a little jittery from excitement.
I decided that I definitely like the new center ice logo. I think I’m going to have to get a shirt with the original logo on it. I get the feeling that they’re trying to phase out the slug (and as long as we don’t go back to the goat, I think I’m okay with that).
(On the one where I managed to zoom in and catch him looking up, one of the overzealous Habs fans next to me decided to bump me. I gave him a very dirty look)
And I may or may not have squealed like a little girl and jumped up and down and whirled around to gesture wildly at my mom (who was in her seat reading the program) when Crunchy came out. And since she knows it’s wisest to humor me when we’re at hockey games, she nodded and gave me a thumbs-up.
And he wouldn’t let me get a shot of his face.
This next one is the reason to get excited:
No, I’m not suddenly in love with Sergei, if that’s what you’re thinking. (Although I had no problem with his decision to plop down right in front of me and start stretching) This picture made me all excited and squeal-y because I wasn’t using zoom. That was how close Mr. Kostitsyn was to me, and do you know what that means, Dear Readers? In one day shy of three weeks, Alex Ovechkin will be that close to me. Without the zoom.
P.S. My mom and I were discussing the sign I plan on making for the game, and we decided that the likelihood of him actually agreeing to sign my hat during the warm-up depends on how “in the zone” he gets before games. I’m assuming that he doesn’t get all serious and whatnot, since I’ve seen pictures of him chewing gum (he’s really good at blowing bubbles) and sticking his tongue out and stuff, but I have not been able to confirm. Has anybody reading this seen him play live before? (BTW, if you have, I totally hate you and think you are the luckiest bastard on the planet) Does he seem like the kind of guy that would go along with it if an attractive, sincere high school girl asked him to sign her Caps hat? I will have a Sharpie on hand (because as Caitlin pointed out when I told her my diabolical plan “He’s not gonna have a marker with him while he’s warming up”), and I will even be wearing my Miller t-shirt. I just think it would be so awesome if he did. *swoons at the thought*