Showing posts with label sabres. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sabres. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

:sob:

Drury... Briere... Senators... Hurricanes... bankruptcy... Hasek... Peca... Hull... Stars... no-goal... NO GOAL DAMMIT... why? why?

... it's too much! It's all too much! :sob:



The above is not, contrary to first impressions, a bunch of nonsense words. It's... I suppose one could call it a stream-of-consciousness reverse chronological listing of all the things about being a Buffalo Sabres fan that have MADE ME CRY over the last eight years. IN CASE IT WASN'T IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS. Don't be a Sabres fan. You do not want to have these indignities visited upon you. Believe me. I weep.

:sob:

Monday, May 14, 2007

Down 3-0

You can feel free to picture me in my Chris Drury shirt, drinking a giant martini right about now.

I love you, Sabres... :sob:...

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Sabres: So Hot Right Now

I watched the Sabres take out the Rangers in Game 6 at the restaurant during my break on Sunday. (I made them put the game on, because Mike and I are arguably among an estimated 20 people in the entire city of New Orleans who A) know the Buffalo Sabres exist, and B) care about their series.) The Rangers scored first. It was the only lead they would have the entire game. I sat and enjoyed a cheeseburger and a Coke as the Sabres went up 4-2. Someone came by and asked if I wanted anything.

I looked past them at the game. "No," I said, smiling and leaning back in the booth. "This is all I need."

I love the Sabres. I loved their crucial overtime win in Game 5, and the ensuing shootout in Game 6 that clinched the series. I was watching when they lost in the Eastern Conference Finals in 1998 and 2006. I was up at 3 AM in 1999 for the Brett Hull goal. I had a Dominik Hasek poster on my wall in college.

Even the new logo (much maligned and nicknamed the Buffaslug because, well, yeah) is starting to grow on me. Last week I began to think it was kind of cute. Because it's not really a slug. Maybe it's more like a comet. Which means that its destiny is somewhere out in the stars. Which can only mean good things.

The Buffaslug is made of gold. Believe it.

Sabres vs. Senators tomorrow night. I would not be surprised if this series goes to seven games.

Friday, May 4, 2007

The Buffaslug Does Not Need Legs


... BECAUSE IT CAN FLY!

Sabres 2, Rangers 1 OT

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

The Goal Will Be Reviewed

There is a karmic rule which states that, if there is a video review of an important goal and the Buffalo Sabres are involved, it will not go their way. It is known.

This rule was borne out in all its hideous glory last night when the New York Rangers won 2-1 to tie the 2nd round series at two games apiece. Daniel Briere appeared to score in the final seconds of the game, but it was waved off because the video review was "inconclusive." If you want to know what I think, I think that the Sabres should have a free pass on this one. I think that the league owes them, and in fact, every video review call that they are involved with for the next twenty years should automatically go their way. Just because.

I refer, of course, to the famous No Goal travesty of 1999 (BTW, how much do I love that someone Wiki'ed "No Goal"?). IN CASE there is anyone who is not familiar with it (why aren't you? haven't you been watching hockey in the last ten years? where do you come from?), this was when Brett Hull "scored" in triple overtime of Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Finals, the goal that clinched the Dallas Stars' victory over the Buffalo Sabres. The Stars won the Cup on that goal. Only problem was, it wasn't a goal. But the Stars had already jumped off the bench and thrown their equipment all over the ice, and the NHL decided it was too late to bother to review it. It CLEARLY was not a goal, by the current rules at the time, because Hull's skate was in the crease. Later, instead of admitting their mistake in this PR nightmare, the NHL made up a bogus explanation that no one had ever heard of before, and then quietly changed the rule the next season. It was a time of deep bitterness for many fans. This call has since been ranked by ESPN as the 5th worst call in sports history.

Do I think Daniel Briere's goal last night with 13 seconds left was legit? Yes. Lundqvist was way out of position, and he had to make the save by sticking his pad INTO the goal. That in itself should tell you it was questionable. The camera they use is located slightly behind the net, so as not to have its view obscured by the top post. Therefore, just because you can't "see a sliver of white" on the camera indicating the puck entirely crossed the red line doesn't mean it wasn't a goal. Hello, geometry. I am also not the only one who thinks so. Just looking at Lundqvist's reaction, you knew he escaped with a lucky one there. What he was doing screwing off behind the net with under a minute to play and the Sabres with the man advantage is beyond me. His ass was saved by this call.

That said. The Sabres took the first two periods off. And now their series is tied 2-2 heading back to Buffalo. They better have their shit straight on Friday.

Deep breath.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Note To Sports Merchandisers

Official NHL.com Buffalo Sabres store = on my shit list

Yes, it is cool that there are now female-sized shirts available to female sports fans. Yes, I appreciate that the situation is way better than it was 5-10 years ago. I appreciate the effort, guys, I really do.

But. This doesn't mean I need everything to be pink. Seriously. Is the logo pink? Then the shirt shouldn't be pink. It needs to be blue. Or, in the flavor of the old jerseys, I will also accept red. I mean, come on. I've seen cute female-sized Drew Brees jerseys here, and I own a perfectly cute me-sized Saints t-shirt. Hockey needs to get with the freakin' program. All I want out of life this morning is to purchase some Sabres gear over the internet for the playoffs.

All I want.

Sigh. I guess I will have to fall back on my old standby... the little boys' shirt.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

On Brian Engblom's Hair...

Sweetie: Why does this guy show up on TV every playoffs?
Me: Brian Engblom?
Sweetie: I think the question we need to be asking is, who is he? And why does he have such a bad haircut?
Me: It's a mullet.
Sweetie: It's a neo-mullet.
Me: He used to play hockey. In the 80's, which explains the hair.
Sweetie: It's like he shaves the sides and then it's long in the back.
Me: It is some awful hair.

By the way, Buffalo Sabres 2007... representing for Upstate all the way to the Cup. You heard it here first.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Oh, For the Love of Hockey

Just got back from Cooter Brown's, where we celebrated the Sabres scoring 4:22 into OT to send the series to Game 7. Surprisingly enough, several other people at Cooter's seemed to let out a cheer. Who knew? Appropriately, we were drinking Molson Canadians. Cooter Brown's is pretty much the only bar in New Orleans where you can order that.

Is there anything better than an overtime goal? No really, is there?

Important things to ponder...

Saturday, May 20, 2006

New Orleans Mayoral Election Redux

This afternoon we will trek to vote for the second time, each to our own place of polling. (Mine is four blocks one way, and Mike's is four blocks the other way. Go figure.) I think we're both voting for Landrieu. Though we are both tempted to vote for whoever sent us less annoying junk mail. Seriously, yesterday we got about 30 pieces of political mail. It just cascaded through the mail slot, and then when we went to get groceries, we discovered that the Republicans had left fliers on my car. Oy. I do not think Nagin has necessarily done a bad job, but I do think some fresh blood-- with political connections-- can hopefully jump start the process here.

New York Times and Times Picayune with coverage.

And now I must go, because, unbelievably enough, we have Sabres vs. Hurricanes in Game 1 of the Eastern Conference Finals appearing on our very own TV in our very own apartment in Louisiana. And when the cable gods and the hockey gods align, it is not to be questioned.