I Don’t Really Like Afternoon Hockey (Sabres @ Islanders, 10/13/08)

October 13, 2008 at 2:10 pm | Posted in Adam Mair, Ales Kotalik, Andrew Peters, Buffalo Sabres, Clarke MacArthur, Craig Rivet, Dan Paille, Happy!!, Jaroslav Spacek, Jason Pominville, Jochen Hecht, Mike Comrie, New York Islanders, Other Teams' Back-up Goalies Kind of Suck, Patrick Kaleta, Patrick Lalime, Rick DiPietro, Ryan Miller, Thomas Vanek, Winning Is Totally Awesome | Leave a comment

Um, I really don’t like afternoon hockey games.  They really bug me.  I like hockey games on nights when I don’t have school the next day.  I like curling up on the coach in my pajamas, not sitting at the desk trying to do homework and crane my neck at the TV at the same time.

Pregame

Ah, Kevin Sylvester.  How I have missed you.  The pregame show is on, and I am loving the messy-haired Crunchy interview.  I have this weird love of players with messy, sweaty, post-game hair.  I find it adorable.

Lalime is getting his start this afternoon.  I’m not sure if I should be worried or not.  He was pretty solid in the preseason.  I’m also not sure if I want Rick to play or not.  I wouldn’t mind getting Mr. Back-up if it meant getting to see Ricky without his helmet.  They don’t call him Pretty Ricky for nothing.

Okay, time to work on my Robert Mugabe research.  I’ll update with thoughts at each intermission.  Let’s Go Buffalo!!!

Hmm, sounds like Lindy doesn’t like afternoon games either.  That’s pretty cool.

So is spaghetti for breakfast!  Jealous!  

P.S.  Clare, thank you so much for the picture!  I LOVE it!!!   Reader Award to you!

First Period  1-0, Sabres

(These are basically my thoughts on the period as it was happening.  There is NOTHING on Mugabe’s thoughts on African tribes online)

  • Whoa, Jochen Hecht!  You badass.   Sabres score on the man advantage!  1-0.
  • Geez, Mike.  And just when I thought Hilary had made you go soft.  Leave our boyz alone.  (I think it’s hilarious that Mike Comrie was the highest scorer on the Islanders last year)
  • Ugh.  Just when I thought the Sabres’ power play was getting better, they don’t score in another four minute man advantage.  Nice job, Boyz.

End of period thoughts:  Lalime has looked solid from all the way back here in the kitchen, and it hasn’t sounded like the Sabres have been doing anything too bone-headed.  Time to register for Survey Savvy, then we can start the next period!

Guys, there wasn’t anything uber-important in that Darcy Regier interview, was there?  I was too busy eating a banana to listen.

Second Period  5-0 Sabres

  • Ehmagod I totally love Adam Mair!!!   2-0, Sabres!!!  (McDonald, that was absolutely terrible)  
  • You know what?  Screw working on my book project.  Word is being a retard (or, as Gena likes to put it, a “fucktard”) and the project isn’t even due until the 27th.  I’m just going to watch some good ol’ hockey.
  • Dear Readers, I don’t know about  you, but I think Patrick Lalime has been looking very trustworthy thus far.  Wouldn’t it be so nice if we all didn’t have to freak out about our back-up this year?
  • Whatevs, Al.  Just take a penalty.   At least I get to see “Kaltsy” now!  (I’ve decided that I like Pkaleta on the PK.  It’s almost as nice as Ovie on the PK)
  • 15 shorties, Islanders?  Wow.  You guys really do suck.
  • THOMAS VANEK PUTS A SHORTIE HOME!   WOOO!!!   3-0, SABRES!!!   The verdict is in, Dear Readers:  Frostee is starting to develop a soft spot for Thomas Vanek.  What the hell is up with this?
  • POPULATION OF POMINVILLE HAS MOVED UP AGAIN!!  POMMERDOODLING!!!!!!   4-0 Sabres!
  • Yet another reason why I love Pkaleta.  Did you see that body slam?!?!  And Craig Rivet, I do not appreciate your attempts at making me love you.  
  • Adam Mair, you are an OUTRAGEOUS BADASS.  
  • EEE now Teppo is being all sexy and captain-y as he fills in for Rivet.  And I feel so bad for Petey!   He was stuck on the bench when the fight started!  (My dad is at work and texted me to find out what happened in the fight and he asked “Omg! Wheres Petey?”)
  • Um, who is the blood from?  Because that’s really gross.  I hope the B-lo Boyz are okay!!!
  • What the HELL.  I am totally in love with Thomas Vanek.  This is so annoying.  Thomas, if you score more goals that Ovie this year, you die.   5-0 Sabres!!!
  • I just missed the last two minutes of play because I was discussing meeting Ovie with my dad.  He thinks Dr. Bisson won’t be able to get me in to meet the Capitals, since it’s the Capitals.  I told him to ask if I could meet the Sabres, and then I could go into the Capitals room and pretend I was dyslexic/illiterate.  Because sometimes I think I am dyslexic/illiterate.
  • Mairsy is back!  And yes, I did just reenact the Kaleta body slam for my dad.  This will be so much easier when we have DVR.
  • Um, why is Thompson going to the dressing room?  I’m really confused.  Maybe I should stop messing around on Facebook and just watch the game.
  • Spacek’s in the sin bin.  Delay of game penalties are lame.
  • Gosh darn it, Pommer.  I wanted you to score there!!!  (Wouldn’t two shorties be so awesomely kickass?)
  • Fuck.  Did I just hear that Paille is hurt?  Fuck.
  • Wait, I’m confused.  Do the Islanders want to lose?
  • Good grief.  Mike Comrie, what are we going to do with you?  *shakes head*
  • Wait, Paille appears to be okay.  He’s sitting up on the bench and everything.  Phew.
  • Dammit, Thomas!  Why are you making me love you so much!!
  • And now we are treated to “sensitive” Al Kotalik.  Awww.

Third Period.  Final score: 7-1 Sabres.

But first, a few more thoughts from the intermission report:

  • Did Kevin Sylvester just say that Adam Mair has an upper body injury?  Because, you know, that’s not very good.
  • Craig Rivet might not play on Wednesday?!!?  The Rangers are undefeated!  We need Rivet!!  No!!!

Okay, third period stuff now:

  • Ehmagod Crunchy just walked by!!  He’s got his skull cap on!!  Yay!!!   
  • My sudden squealing problem is even more concerning than my new-found love of Thomas Vanek.  
  • Whoa, Harry.  She’s probably young enough to be your daughter.
  • My brother just asked why it says that it’s the second period.  Geez.  Get it right, guys.
  • WOOO!!!   Kotalik sends it home on the 5-on-3!   6-0 Sabres!!
  • Whoa, Tony Romo is out for four weeks with a broken pinkie!  Ahahaha.  He has a broken pinkie. 
  • Ah, fudge.  I was hoping for a Lalime shutout.  But the Islanders and their fans don’t actually think that the Islanders are going to make some miracle comeback and win now, do they?
  • Al’s in the sin bin?  Why?
  • And Vanek’s going for goaltender interference?    You know what is the most concerning about all this?  I don’t feel a burning desire to cut of Thomas’s head for taking a penalty.  I just want to hug him and tell him that it’s okay.  I do not like this, Dear Readers. I do not like this one bit.
  • GOAL!!!   That was a GORGEOUS play, Clarke.  Gorgeous.  And it’s good to see that Paille is okay!!  7-1 Sabres.
  • Oh my God, they’re playing the Spongebob theme song.  I’m not gonna lie, that’s totally awesome.
  • Petey just got a roughing, but so did some Isle.  Oh, Petey.
  • I’m starting to remember how much I loved the music they play at Nassau Coliseum.  Now they’re playing “Welcome to the Black Parade”
  • Is it just me, or has this game gotten slightly boring?  There are only three minutes left and there appears to be a lot of skating up and down the ice.
  • Oh, no, wait, Mair just got slashed.  I guess he doesn’t have an upper body injury, then!
  • What the HELL is up with the Islander’s mascot?  It’s like some sort of dragon or something.
  • 146 penalty minutes, eh?  Good.  I kind of like hockey fights.  Not stupid, “we don’t really know how to fight so we’re just going to hug each other for a really long time” fights, but real, sticking up for your teammates, tough guy fights.  And fights with the Pkaleta Body Slam.
  • OMG I LOVE “What I’ve Done”!!!   Can the Sabres play all of their games  in Nassau Coliseum?  Because not only will they win, we will get to hear awesome music.
  • Who are the Islanders kidding?  They’re gonna win the first draft pick in June.  You heard it here first.
  • EEE Crunchy!!!   Happy Crunchy!!   
  • Seriously, Kevin?  “It was probably harder than it looked?”  This is probably one of the easiest wins I’ve ever seen.
  • Dear Readers, I love Lindy Ruff.  He is the awesomest coach.  I can’t believe this is the first post filed in my new “Lindy Ruff” category.
  • Is it just me, or did Lalime look like Crunchy in that first shot of him?  that kind of spooky.  Speaking of guys that look like Crunchy, we decided that Ryan Gosling kind of looks like a wonky brow-less him.
  • Ehmagod, I love Patrick Lalime.  He’s adorable and well-spoken.  
  • Shit I was just thinking dreamily of Patrick Lalime and missed who they said might be out with an injury. Who is it??  I’m panicking!!

I’m just going to have to find out who’s hurt later.  Now I have to go shower so that after my lesson is over I can watch the Caps!!

That was an awesome game, I’m not going to lie.  If the Sabres beat the Rangers on Wednesday, I think I will go crazy.  

I can’t believe they’re undefeated!!   *squeals more* 

***UPDATE***

Hecht is hurt?  Hecht?!?!  No!!!!!  Yo-yo!!

Tuesday Ramblings

October 7, 2008 at 6:05 pm | Posted in Alex Ovechkin, Andrew Peters, Randomness, This Irks Me | Leave a comment
  • Connolly and Staffy are supposedly playing Friday night.  Whoop-de-frickin’ do.
  • I am not panicking yet.  I just…can’t.  I have a math test on Friday and I’m totally confused about the stuff on it, so panicking would just screw me up.  Bruce promised me that he’ll play on Friday, and I trust Bruce.  If he’s not on the ice on Friday, I will officially go into full-on freak-out (just in time for Homecoming!)
  • Today was Wear Your Favorite Player’s Jersey day as part of Spirit Week.  I swear to God, if I see one more Sabres Briere jersey, I’m gonna hurl.  He’s a whore, people.  Get over it.
  • Another Andrew Peters is Basically Amazing story, courtesy of Corinne’s friend who goes to West Seneca West:  Petey was at the homecoming game (since his new wife works there) and her friend went up to him and gave him a hug and told him how much she loved him.  His response:  “You know, when I was in high school nobody wanted to be my girlfriend, and now all the high school girls love me.”
  • Lindy may or may not name the captain tomorrow.  I’m thinking if he does a permanent one, it’ll either be Pommer or Numminen.  I really hope he doesn’t do the rotating ‘C’ again.  It was cute for the first month, but then it really got obnoxious.
  • How ’bout making Petey captain?  I know he may not be the best player on the team, but he’s got a great personality, he seems like he would be a good leader, and he’s the team’s representative to the NHLPA.  I would totally watch interviews with Andrew Peters after every game.  Remember the one after the Nashville game last year?  And as an added bonus, he can keep both his teammates and the fans laughing with his witty jokes if they get in a rut.
  • My dad brought home the tickets today.  They are gorgeous.

They are freaking beautiful.

  • In other Ovie-related news, my mom had to get more vodka today because we are out and she purposely got a Russian kind just for me (not to drink.  Just to see.).  It’s becoming more and more apparent that she feels about Alex the same way she feels about our dog Kieffer:  She tells all the neighbors she hates him, and she complains about him 24/7, but when the two of them are alone (like when I stay home from school sick and I’m up in my room), she talks to him nonstop in this adorable, lovey-dovey voice (but that’s only with Kieffer.  With Alex, she buys Russian vodka).
  • Triathlon.  I looked it up.

What Would I Do If I Met the Sabres (and Other Hockey Players Across the League)?

October 2, 2008 at 4:42 pm | Posted in Alex Ovechkin, Andrew Peters, Evgeni Malkin, Jason Pominville, Maxim Afinogenov, Mike Weber, Nathan Gerbe, Patrick Kaleta, Patrick Kane, Ryan Miller, Sidney Crosby, Tim Kennedy, Tyler Myers | 2 Comments

First of all, I would just like to say that The Glass Passenger is the BEST album I have ever heard, bar none. Give ARM a hand! (Hehe.  Aren’t I so witty?)  It’s incredible, Andrew McMahon at his best.  Those $6 for two day shipping were $6 well spent.

I mentioned once before that I have never met a real hockey player.  I was discussing this with Corinne the other day after she had said that she was too shy when she met Petey to tell him that: a) my dad and his brother are BFFs, and b) Odd Jobs is her favorite Youtube video ever.  This got us going, and we then had a few laughs when we came up with all the random, stupid things I would do if I met certain hockey players.  Below are the things I would most likely do or say if I ever ran into one.*

Nathan Gerbe

The first thing I would say to him is “Hey, thanks for being my Facebook friend!  I’m the one with the toothbrush.”  Then I would tell him that even though my dad went to Boston University, I still think he totally rocks.  

The whole time I would be slouching over so the poor dear doesn’t realize that I am only half an inch shorter than him.

Tyler Myers

I would also thank Tyler for being my Facebook friend (did I tell you?  He accepted!) and tell him that I was the one with the toothbrush.  Then I would tell him how cool he was for not changing his security settings so that I couldn’t see his profile.  It’s not like I’m going to write creepy things on his wall.  It’s just interesting seeing all his pictures.

Sidney Crosby

I would just give him a hug and tell him that even though Ovie is my favorite, I would always have a soft spot for him.  Then I would tell him that there are a lot of guys at my school who are Sidney Crosby fan boys.

Alex Ovechkin

I would probably faint (I am infamous for fainting.  I’ve done it in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in church and in a hottub).  Then I would tell him that his initials meant “I love” in Latin.  Then I would attempt to make some witty comment about the Capitals being my second favorite team, but since I would be in the presence of a GOD, I would probably just do something stupid.

Andrew Peters

I would tell Petey how his brother knew my dad and then I would let him know  that I thought Odd Jobs was hilarious.  After that I would tell him that my grandma thinks he is “stunning.”

Mike Weber

I would tell Mike that I also believe in Peanut Heaven.

Jason Pominville

I would tell him that not only is he the cuddliest Sabre on the team, he also has AWESOME taste in music (while I refuse to listen to Russian techno-pop, I’ll definitely listen to French pop.)

Then I would ask him why the hell the Green Bay Packers were his favorite team growing up, since he was up in Quebec and was a hockey player and everything.

Patrick Kane

I’ll try to be all funny about it and say, “Haha, it’s the most random thing, my grandma keeps telling me she thinks we should get married.  Isn’t that so cute?”

And then I would anxiously wait for his response.

Evgeni Malkin

I would let Geno know that I, too, enjoy eating spaghetti.

Ryan Miller

I would tell Crunchy that I LOVE his blogs and that I would DIE without Breakaway Berrier (and I would try to refrain from using my line, “Ryan Miller tastes delicious”), and then I would just stand there basking in the glow of Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend and try not to stare at his guns.

Max Afinogenov

I would say, “You suck, you know?” and then I would run away before the Russian Mafia could get a good luck at my face.

Patrick Kaleta

I would say that even though he was a St. Franny’s boy, and therefore I am supposed to dislike him very much, I totally love him.  Then I would tell him that I couldn’t agree more that the Bills are being totally awesome.

 

 

*It goes without saying that all these things would happen after I soiled my pants and squealed like an angry hamster.

 

P.S. Roberto Luongo got named the captain in Vancouver.  How can this be?  Goalies aren’t allowed to be captains.  Didn’t we deal with all this last year with Crunchy?

P.P.S. I’ve gone back to my theory of “the preseason doesn’t count.”  Instead of talking about how much last night’s game SUCKED, my mom and I discussed the debate tonight.  I came to the conclusion that if Palin starts looking really unqualified (by that I mean even more unqualified than she already appears to be), she’ll probably just pull that ol’ gun of hers on Biden.

Frostee Reads the Media Guide!

September 26, 2008 at 4:19 pm | Posted in Adam Mair, Andrew Peters, Buffalo Sabres, Clarke MacArthur, Craig Rivet, Derek Roy, Drew Stafford, Henrik Tallinder, Jason Pominville, Mike Weber, Nathan Gerbe, Patrick Kaleta, Patrick Lalime, Ryan Miller, Thomas Vanek, Tim Connolly, Toni Lydman | 1 Comment

So since it’s Friday and we had early dismissal I actually had a chance to BREATHE this afternoon, before I dove into the shitload of homework I have, I downloaded the Media Guide.  I have to say, overall, there weren’t too many surprising things in there.  Everyone loves chicken and rice/pasta, U2 and DMB are amazing, their parents are the most influential people in their lives, and they’ve been playing hockey forever. A few notes from my quick read-through:

  • Tim Connolly is smiling.  I…I just don’t understand that. And apparently he would own a winery if he wasn’t a hockey player.  (I really liked seeing what a few of the players would be doing if they weren’t hockey players)
  • WTF, Pkaleta?  Kaltsy?  Kaltsy?  That is the most RANDOM nickname I have ever heard. I’m going to agree with Anne and just assume that the players just take part of their name and add -sy.  But I still think Kaltsy is the most retarded nickname ever.
  • I think it’s really cute that all Patrick Lalime had to say about himself is that he and his wife, Marie-Helene, have two daughters whose names are Liliana and Rosemary.  They sound like names of elves in the Inheritance Trilogy Cycle (which, by the way, I finished.  😥  The first 600 pages were terrible, but the last 200 made up for it, in my opinion).
  • Tony Lydman’s picture is, well, classic Toni Lydman.
  • Clarke MacArthur’s picture makes my kind of wonder why I thought he was so hot last year.  His hair, it’s just so…ew.
  • Adam Mair basically wants to STEAL MY HEART (sorry M.J.) by telling me that if he wasn’t playing hockey, he would probably be a teacher.  Why don’t you just go end genocide in Darfur while you’re at it, Adam.
  • Oh, Crunchy.  How I love you so.  (I think they used the exact same interests/hobbies thing from last year, which makes me think they are slackers.  I have also been operating under the assumption that since Rachel McAdams is his favorite actress, he will watch The Notebook with me whenever I want and come with me to see The Time-Traveler’s Wife. Especially since according to Drew Stafford, guys actually like chick flicks.)
  • I love how Petey listed his brother as one of the most influential people in his life, since here at Frostee’s House we LOVE Geoff.  He’s basically awesome.  
  • Pommer’s favorite team growing up was the Green Bay Packers (if it turns out he is one of those Brett Favre fan boys, I am taking his picture off The Wall), and the best concert he ever went to was Justin Timberlake (first of all, I thought Kanye was his favorite!  And second, according to my friend Erin, who ran into him at that very same concert, he claims “Soupy had an extra ticket and made me come!”  The poor dear.)
  • Craig Rivet’s biggest pet peeves are cockiness and arrogance, but I really don’t care what he has to say because he doesn’t even wanna be in Buffalo.  If his play shows that, I will have to burn down his house.  
  • We’ve already figured out that Derek Roy loves his boat, “Love Potion #9” (I’m going along with the theory that Petey named it.  It seems like something he would do), but did you know that he also likes playing cards and vids?  Derek Roy is a gamer.  Who’da thunk?
  • Staffy is smiling as well.  I’m not sure if I like the new, happy versions of Drew Stafford and Tim Connolly.  Zach Parise is his favorite athlete (awww!!!) and he collects arcade games (hmmm).  And what the hell is up with D-Money?
  • Henrik Tallinder, call me sometime and we’ll watch Shrek.  (Shrek, man?  Shrek?  That’s amazing.)   And is it just me, or is saying that he’d be a ski instructor if he wasn’t a hockey player very Swedish of him?
  • Whoever cut Thomas Vanek’s hair should be killed.  Is he harboring some sort of secret desire to look like his little froufrou dog?  (Frostee’s Dad literally choked on his drink when I told him this.  We have a yellow lab, after all, and he very much dislikes small dogs) 
  • If someone finds me a picture of “Webs” boating with Derek Roy, I think I will die laughing.
  • Not only is my BFF Gerb-dogg rocking a soulpatch, he also looks incredibly cuddly.  If I ever meet him, I think I will have to cuddle with him (in a totally friendly way).
I would also like to point out that the Buffalo Sabres are SISSIES, and therefore can’t have wings that are any spicier than mild.  Babies.

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September 23, 2008 at 3:55 pm | Posted in Alex Ovechkin, Andrew Peters, Buffalo Sabres, Happy!!, Nathan Gerbe, Patrick Lalime, Ryan Miller, Sidney Crosby, This Irks Me | Leave a comment

I’m operating under the assumption that if I keep telling myself that the preseason doesn’t count, especially the first game, then it will all be okay.  Because if last night is any indication of what this season might bring, I am going to jump off a bridge.  7-4, Sabres?  WTF!  I DO NOT care that most of your veterans were not playing.  I DO NOT give one single shit.  It was TORONTO, for crying out loud!  You should not lose 7-4 to TORONTO!!

And what the hell, Crunchy?  I get that it’s the first game and all, but still.  3 goals on 11 shots is NOT going to work.  I mean, even my dad, who wasn’t at all worried by the lost, got this evil look in his eye when Miller came up.  If it had been Lalime, he would have skipped off to work without a care in the world, but since he hates Ryan Miller like you wouldn’t believe (his coworkers all think it’s hilarious that he hates him so much and I love him so much.  They always bring it up and then I have to defend my darling Crunchy), there wasn’t very much Crunchy-love this morning.  

My heart did, however, burst with pride when we were checking the online game recap and saw that Petey got thrown out in the first period.  What would the Sabres be without him?

In other Petey related news, I got the autographs today!  Yay!!!

As you can see, not only is Gerb-dogg comfortable (or lazy) enough to use one of his many nicknames, “Nate,”, he also feels as though he is already the heart of the team and signed right in the middle.  This is SO going on The Wall!

In other news, DirecTv is being all obnoxious and trying to win me back, even though the satellites don’t even work.  (That guy who said it was because of the leaves was lying.  There are no leaves up near the satellite.)  Today they sent us this in the mail:

Nice hair, Sid.

DirecTv, don’t make this hard on me by including pictures of Alex.  (and WTF is up with all these rumors that he is no longer called “Ovie” and instead goes by “Ovi”?  I am NOT calling him “Ovi.”  He always has been, and forever shall be, “Ovie.”  What else am I supposed to do?  I’ve got to spell it the same way the tat I got on my back is spelled!

 

 

 

JK about the tattoo.  Unfortunately.

 

Corinne is the COOLEST Person in the World, and Andrew Peters Sounds AMAZING

September 20, 2008 at 3:31 pm | Posted in Andrew Peters, Buffalo Sabres, Happy!!, Jay McKee, Jochen Hecht, Nathan Gerbe, Ryan Miller | Leave a comment

I did not go to Puck Drop today.  I begged my chauffeur mom to take me, but she said no.  (I did get an ADORABLE homecoming dress on sale for $15, but still.  I wanted to see the boyz)  My friend Corinne, however, did get to go.  She texted me while we were at Macy’s giving me scrimmage updates, and then she called me when I got home.  The following were the major conversation points:

  • The line to get to Crunchy was too long, so she wasn’t able to tell him how her (crazy) friend wouldn’t really mind having his wonky-browed children, but apparently he was wearing a camouflage military hat very much like the sexy one I am getting.   How cool is that?  We have the same tastes in fashion!  (Except mine is better than his.  Because I, unlike he, can pull off a cardigan)
  • Since Corinne is my ALL-TIME FAVORITE person in the ENTIRE WORLD, she got me Gerb-dogg’s autograph.  And Yo-yo’s.  As Ben Affleck and Matt Damon put it, she is my heterosexual life partner.  (Because Eragon is my sexual [is that what you’d call it?  we’re not gay, ’cause he’s a guy and I’m a girl] life partner.  And as soon as I’m done with my English project I’m reading more of Brisingr.  I LOVE YOU ERAGON)
  • Corinne loves Andrew Peters a lot.  I’ve mentioned it before.  However, she was hesitant to go over to get his autograph.  After much encouraging from her dad, she went over to him with a picture of him for an autograph as he was getting ready to leave.  The following exchange ensued, proving that Petey is JUST AS AWESOME as we had always assumed.  

Corinne:  Um, excuse me?  Mr. Peters?  Would you mind signing this?

Petey:  Who’s Mr. Peters?  Is my dad here or something?

        Yeah.  Andrew Peters basically PWNZ.  

I have to admit, I am a little jealous.  I’ll let you in on a little secret, Dear Readers: I’ve never actually met a hockey player.  I know.  How much does that suck?  Andrew Peters may be walking around assuming I love him most, and Gerb-dogg might be my facebook friend, but I’ve never taken a picture or met face-to-face.  Other than going to games, the closest I’ve ever gotten is my beloved Jay McKee autograph. 

(Sorry it’s kind of blurry.  This picture was taken PSC [Pre Sexy Camera])

(You can’t tell, but there’s a picture of rookie Ryan Miller with his super long hair right underneath.  I can’t believe anyone let him go out in public with hair like that)

And I realize that it says Emily.  That’s what it says on my birth certificate too.  But everyone calls me Frostee.

Jay McKee was my FRIEND but then he had to betray me and leave.  Gerb-dogg better not betray me too, now that I have his autograph.  I’ll show you all a picture when I get it on Monday.

And I’ll talk about the goalies after I translate Shakespeare to modern English.  

The First Ever Reader Award! (Frostee Does Predictions!)

September 16, 2008 at 6:31 pm | Posted in Adam Mair, Ales Kotalik, Alex Ovechkin, Andrew Peters, Buffalo Sabres, Dan Paille, Derek Roy, Drew Stafford, Frostee Does Predictions!, Jason Pominville, Jochen Hecht, Maxim Afinogenov, Nathan Gerbe, Patrick Kaleta, Paul Gaustad, Thomas Vanek, Tim Connolly, Tim Kennedy, Washington Capitals | 1 Comment

While I love each and every one of my dear readers equally, one particular reader went above and beyond the call of duty yesterday, and she is going to be recognized for that now.  Twihard and I have actually known each other for a while; she was even one of the people I was IMing when I started this little project.  While Twihard is a wonderful, wonderful girl, she doesn’t know that much about hockey.  That didn’t stop her from sitting down in front of her computer last night and reading every single post from July up until yesterday.  That takes some serious dedication, so for that, I present Twihard with the first ever Reader Award!  Woo!  *clapclapclap*

And of course, Twi, you will be always welcome in the Latin Lovers club.  You should even be made an officer, since Mrs. Curran still doesn’t know your name.  But she doesn’t know my name either.  Or Camille’s.  Or Damien’s.  

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I find myself in a strange situation, Dear Readers.  I rode the bus home today because I didn’t have any after school activities, and then when I got home I sat around for an hour reading my new issue of Seventeen Magazine.  Then I leisurely did my French homework and half of my review packet, glanced over my notes for the quiz tomorrow, and filled out the parent schedule for Open House on Thursday.  Then I was done.  I had no other hoomework to do.  at four o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon I was done with all of my homework.  I could not believe it.  I went on the computer, as I am wont to do after I finish my homework, but I was confused, as I usually don’t have time to just waste away on the World Wide Web until after dinner.  I checked up on all my must-reads, and added a new one to the list.  I highly recommend Tim Kennedy’s blog.  It may not be as good as Crunchy’s but it’s pretty darn close.

I finished all this, Dear Readers, downloaded a few more songs, udated my AIM profile, and found myself staring at the clock, which read five.  I was then faced with a difficult decision.  Do I continue working on my global scrapbook, so that I’m not scrambling at the last minute?  Or do I start talking about the players and the upcoming season?  (It’s not like my analysis is going to be all that professional)  After carefully contemplating this, I decided that I can actually have the best of both worlds!  (Go die, Hanna Montana)   I’ll just preview the forwards today, and then I can do some more research afterwards!  Aren’t I so smart?  (Don’t answer that)

Now, just remember that this is the first time I’m doing more than verbally talking about the players (“Yeah, well, Vanek sucked ASS last year and better make up for it.  And I swear to God, if Miller let’s in one more soft goal, I’m having him freaking KILLED”).  It’ll be a work in progress, and it might not be all that statbitty, but hopefully it won’t suck too bad!  

The 2008-09 Buffalo Sabres (courtesy of that sexy depth chart on Sabres.com)

Thomas Vanek

Last season was:  obnoxious.

This season should be:  goal-filled.

Last season Thomas Vanek was feeling the stress of being a new father and having a $50 million contract on his head.  While the second half of the year gave us reason to hope, the first half of the year was TERRIBLE.  He needs to stop trying to be something he’s not.  Thomas Vanek is a scorer, and once he gets that through his thick skull, he should be okay.  

But I still haven’t forgiven him for ratting me out about my run-in with Stanley.  (But it was accidental!  And up close, Lord Stanley is one sexy beast.)

Dan Paille

Last season was:  one of the sole reasons I didn’t commit suicide.

This season should be:  just as awesome as last year.

I was not exaggerating above.  Every time I was sitting on the coach threatening to slit  my wrists over the Sabres’ crappy play, Dan would go score a goal or do something awesome.  And then he signed an extension, and he’s even getting married next year (although whether or not the man-child bagged a real chick or his Hanna Montana doll [go die, Hanna Montana] is up for debate), so I’m really feeling the Dan Paille Love.

Patrick Kaleta

Last season was:  a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

This season should be:  a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

I really do love Patrick Kaleta.  If he makes the roster this year, he is SO Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend for the ’09-10 season.  He has already won that competition.  I mean, he still lives at home, he has scored a goal and assisted on a Petey goal (after my parents got home from that game, the very first thing my dad said was, “That should go on a plaque.  A Peters goal with assists from Kaleta and Mair.”), his first fight was with Sean Avery, and he is one hell of a hitter.  What’s not to love, I ask you?

Derek Roy

Last season was:  a pleasant surprise.

This season should be:  hilarious kickass.

Derek Roy was another one of those bright spots.  I mean, he somehow managed to score 32 goals, and some people are even saying the contract he signed last year is starting to look like a bargain.  That’s pretty cool.  As long as he works on the diving, and keeps up the momentum from a stellar second half of last season, he and Love Potion #9 should be sailing off into clear skies.

Jochen Hecht

Last season was: steady and reliable.

This season should be:  steady and reliable.

Jochen Hecht is quite possibly the ONLY player on this entire freaking team I can count on 24/7.  If he keeps it up, there will be no Jochen-bashing on this blog.

Paul Gaustad

Last season was:  like Goldilocks’s porridge.

This season should be:  like Goldilocks’s porridge.

Paul Gaustad isn’t a flashy player.  He doesn’t score lots of goals, and he doesn’t get thrown out of the game during his first shift (but I still love you, Petey!  Honest!)  Goose was taken in like the seventh round, and had no business even getting into the NHL, yet here he is.  And after that whole contract extension over the summer, I think he’s going to be sticking around for a while.

Don’t forget he also proves that green is sexy, and he’s even first runner-up in the Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend competition.  He knows that if Crunchy starts sucking, he’s my man.

Adam Mair

Last season was:  um…it’s Adam Mair.

This season should be:  um…it’s Adam Mair.

I’ll be perfectly honest with you: I don’t pay all that much attention to Adam Mair.  I’m sorry.  I get that he’s wonderful and helps animals and all that shit, but when it comes to his on-ice performance, I get too distracted bashing other players to worry about him.  But I do love how he has taken it upon himself to protect Patty Kaleta.  I think that’s adorable.  

I’m in to adorable, in case you hadn’t figured that out by now.

Tim Connolly

Last season was:  nonexistent.  Did he even play a game?

This season should be:  less injury-plauged?  IDK.  At this point it seems like he can only go up.

Tim Connolly is supposedly a very good hockey player.  That’s what lots of people say.  I actually can not remember a time in recent memory when he did play.  He could take the ice against the Habs and turn over the puck for every single one of their goals, and it’ll seem like an improvement because at least he’s THERE.

But I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that some of the guys don’t want him back in the dressing room showering with them, because they’re all so afraid they’ll catch something.

Drew Stafford

Last season was:  comme ci comme ca

This season should be:  spent out of Lindy’s doghouse.

I vaguely remember hearing about some sort of spat Lindy and Staffy had right before the last game that caused Staffy to be benched.  I do not remember details, since I didn’t watch that game.  I was babysitting that night, and let the little monsters angels play amongst themselves while I watched the Caps win the Southeast Division on Center Ice.  (Before the game when they showed the dressing room and Ovie didn’t have his shirt on, I screamed really loudly, and the kids thought it was the WEIRDEST thing that I was happy to see him without his shirt on. I was like, “Children, you have no idea.”)  It was actually kind of awesome.  That game was SO COOL, and Ovie was awesome, and the whole team was awesome, and his postgame interview was awesome, but back to the Sabres.

So, if Lindy and Staffy do intead have some sort of issue with each other, I suggest they get it taken care of during training camp so Drew can go back to drinking the blood of virgins.  As we all learned from Thomas Vanek, life is Ruff when you’re not on Lindy’s side.  

Jason Pominville

Last season was:  cute and cuddly and adorable and OUTRAGEOUSLY KICKASS.

This season should be:  not the last one he spends in Buffalo.

Word on the street is that Pommer and his agent have called Friday their deadline for a contract extension, but I refuse to believe that until there is a nice, long contract with his Johnny Hancock on it.  I will then proceed to pommerdoodle my heart out.

I have no complaints about his season.  He was pretty rad out there.

Ales Kotalik

Last season was:  a bit of a rollar coaster, in my professional opinion.

This season should be:  a bit less of a roller coaster.

Ales Kotalik is another one of those players I don’t pay that much attention to.  I remember him being pretty good in shootouts (specifically the Winter Classic), but I also have this nagging suspicion that he had a few sucky shifts too.  I’m not 100%.  I should probably pay more attention to each and every player on the team, not just the ones I love/hate.

Maxim Afinogenov

Last season was:  one of the reasons why I wanted to slit my wrists.

This season should be:  short for Max the Sabre.  Trade him already, Darcy!

Max Afinogenov sucks.  He sucks more than I can remember anyone sucking in a really long time.  He sucks so much they wouldn’t even let him join the sucky club.  He sucks so much that Adolf Hitler took one look at him and went, “You suck.”

But in all seriousness, if no one else will even trade for him, you know it’s bad.  I realize that there is an actual chance that Darcy will be able to trade him for a coupon on the Wendy’s dollar menu and then he’ll go on to score 40 goals and lead his new team to the Conference finals, but I really don’t care.  Every time he touched the ice, I reached for a knife.  When he kept hurting his groin, I cheered.  He is not good for my mental (and physical) health.  He needs to go away.

Andrew Peters

Last season was:  AHAHAHAAHA.

This season should be:  AHAHAHAA.

I love Andrew Peters.  I could never love him the way Corinne does, but it’s awfully close.  Andrew always makes me laugh.  I never even bother with expectations for him.  Two goals this year, Mr. Peters.  Let’s try for two.

Although I did hear that he might be one of those guys fighting for a roster spot.  I honestly can’t imagine a Sabres roster without Andrew Peters.  It would be like Thanksgiving without turkey.

And I also have been walking around under the assumption that Andrew Peters (why do I keep calling him by his full name?) thinks he’s my favorite player.  I liked to think that Petey Sr. called Petey Jr. and told him how I supposedly love him like I love no other Sabre.  I think it’s kinda funny, actually.

Nathan Gerbe

Last season was:  college hockey, but pretty bitchin’

This season should be:  maybe Rochester Portland, hopefully B-lo, but pretty bitchin’

I get that he wasn’t on the depth chart, but as his facebook friend I feel it is my job to talk about how AWESOME he is.  Aren’t I such a good BFF?  I always make my boyy sound rad.

Alex Ovechkin

(shut up.  he is, and always shall be, an honorary Sabre)

Last season was:  beyond words, bitches.

This season should be:  beyond words, bitches.

65 goals.  The Hart, Pearsen, Art Ross, and Maurice Richard trophies.  Southeast Division champs.  A fashion line, and a role in a music video.  

Alexander Mikhailovich Ovechkin is here to stay.

 

P.S.  LOADS of warm fuzzies to whomever designed the depth chart.  That thing is awesome!

 

 

A Post In Which Frostee’s Dad Tells Petey That the Other Petey Is Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend

September 8, 2008 at 6:33 pm | Posted in Andrew Peters, Football, Frostee's Sabres Boyfriend, Ryan Miller | 2 Comments

Yes, Dear Readers, it’s true.  So anti-Ryan Miller is my father that he feels he must tell people (namely other Peterseseseses) that none other than Andrew Peters is Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend.  Actually, he had a totally legitimate reason for doing it.  See, today my dad hung out with Geoff Peters.  By Geoff Peters I mean the brother of none other than our own Andrew Peters.  I wanted to link you to his page on the Nashville Predators website, since he just signed with them, but it appears as though someone forgot to update the roster.  I mean, why else would Petey not be there and Alexander Radulov still be listed?  I thought the big bad wolf Russian hockey league gobbled him up signed him!   But back to the story.  My dad was hanging out with Petey and during the conversation mentioned how he had a teenaged daughter who was apeshit crazy for the Sabres (I think he actually said that I loved the Sabres lots and lots) and that his brother Andrew was my favorite.  Apparently Petey had two responses, which my dad proceeded to text to me during my Guns, Germs, and Steel review.

Response One:  “Really?  If I had known I would have brought her something!”

Response Two:  “Really?  I thought teenaged girls usually went for Miller.”

Ha.  I am such a cliche.  

Papa Frostee reported that Geoff is actually really nice, and doesn’t at all look like a guy who would “rip your helmet off and punch your lights out,” which is reassuring.  I like to think that Petey #2 is just as cuddly-looking as Petey #1.

And is it totally evil of me to admit that I smiled inside when I heard that the Master Douche, Tom Brady, is out for the season?

65 Reasons I Love A.M.O. #27: The Wall

September 7, 2008 at 5:44 pm | Posted in 65 Reasons I Love A.M.O., Andrew Peters, Bills, Patrick Kaleta, Patrick Kane, Ryan Miller | 1 Comment

So, now that I’ve named Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend, I can go back to my wonderful list of Reasons.  You may have noticed when I was eliminating players, The Wall got mentioned a lot.  Basically, it’s the back wall of my bedroom, on which I am working on a collection of pictures and quotes.  It started out as just Sabres, and then it was just hockey players, then it went to hockey players and hockey quotes, and ever since we got the issue of New York Magazine with Rafael Nadal sans shirt on the cover, it is just attractive guys and the things they say.  The Wall is always spoken of with reverence, and when I have a new picture that might look nice up there, I always have to discuss it with at least one other person before it goes up.  Getting on The Wall is a HUGE honor, right up there with winning the Stanley Cup and Grandma’s Seal of Approval.

Behold The Wall.  (Off to the right is my Moulin Rouge poster, in case you were wondering)

It may seem like I don’t have too many pictures, but that is because it’s so difficult to get on there.  There are two pictures of Pkane, one of Pkaleta, one of Petey and his wife (it was from that destination wedding in the paper.  I was laughing so hard when I read it I had no choice but to put it up.  I’m not a creepy stalker or anything), one of Rafael, one of Michael Phelps, one of Crunchy and Staffy, and one of Ovie.  I also have one article each for Crunchy and Ovie, a quote from each of them, and then the orange and blue construction paper pieces are from when my friends decorated my locker last year for my birthday.  The orange one says “Ovechkin!” and the blue one says “Mrs. Eragon Shadeslayer Radcliffe Miller Kane Ovechkin,” from when my friend and I used to jokingly call each other by our “married names.”  I am an Eragon fan girl (love the books, HATE the movie), and I had a thing for Daniel Radcliffe until I found out he lost his virginity three years ago to an ugly cougar.

As you can see, The Wall is a place of great honor.

 

Oh, and in case anyone was worried, it turns out FiOS in our area has MSG and Versus, and we got a great deal for it with HD and DVR.  I’ll be able to DVR the games when I have a lot of homework!  I won’t miss any this year!  (They don’t have the Center Ice package yet since it’s so new, but they hope to have it by playoffs, when it’s really important) 

Oh, and, uh, congrats to the Bills for winning, I guess.  I’m such a dedicated fan.

Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend, Round Thirteen

September 2, 2008 at 9:39 am | Posted in Andrew Peters, Derek Roy, Frostee's Sabres Boyfriend, Ryan Miller, This Irks Me | Leave a comment

This is the thirteenth round of cuts in a series where I decide who will be Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend.

I can NOT talk about Gossip Girl.  I just can’t.  It was horrible.  Dan and Serena got back together (for now), Serena’s grandma was being all nice (for now), Nate is screwing a married woman (for now), and Blair is being a first-rate BITCH to Chuck.  My heart was breaking for him last night.  I was borderline crying.  Chuck, get over Blair.  I can heal your wounded heart.  As for One Tree Hill:  Oh.  My.  GOD!   I screamed for a solid 60 seconds after Peyton showed up in the airport.  Woohooo!!!   And Psycho Nanny definitely beats out Psycho Derek for winning the Creepiest Character EVER.  I’m really scared for Brooke and Nathan.  He’s going to end up back in a wheelchair, and Brooke looked really hurt in the clips from next week’s episode.  Yikes.

And I am so pissed at my school.  Why the hell are they doing Homecoming so late?  It’s Columbus Day Weekend, for God’s sake!  I just realized this morning that not only am I missing the Capitals/Blackhawks game Saturday night (because as much as I love hockey, I can’t exactly skip Homecoming for it), which I was really excited for, but I’m missing the Sabres/Canadiens game on Friday!  I am missing the first game of the 2008-09 Buffalo Sabres Season!  All because of the stupid Powder Puff game!  It’s not like I can miss the Powder Puff game.  I’ve been going since eighth grade.  How am I going to know if I chose the right guy to be Frostee’s Sabres Boyfriend?!?!  Ugh.

Andrew Peters

Petey, you are where I go when I need a laugh.  You’re like the comic relief on the team.  When everyone else is all “the sky is falling,” you’re like, “yeah, Royzie can’t say ‘filet mignon’ right.”  I can not risk screwing up our friendship by making you my Sabres Boyfriend.  And things are all annoying around here, so I don’t need all your emotional drama right now.  You have a wife, Derek Roy, and possibly even Crunchy (Come on.  You saw the two of them on that cute Happy New Year thing they did at the Winter Classic.), you don’t really need to be my Sabres Boyfriend right now.  

And, of course, Corinne might kill me.

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