Happy Halloween, everyone! Here’s hoping your holiday is a tad bit better than the Sabres’ holiday. According to a tweet from a player whose name rhymes with Blue Bafford, the swine (or H1Goose1) has canceled the Sabres Halloween party.
As to why I am not out frolicking on Halloween, I don’t feel the need to dress like a slutty [insert occupation name] and get hammered, hammered, hammered. But that’s just me. Go forth and sluttily drink and frolic if that’s what floats your boat. I’m going to sit home and relax. It’s been a crazy week at work and I want a lie in night. Also, my mother has now set every single clock in the house to account for daylight savings time, so I have to keep looking at my laptop to know what time it actually is! (Also, while you’re changing your clocks, remember to change the batteries in your smoke detector and also show your car some love by changing your wiper blades.)
- Per Vogl’s game blog, Crunchy will be starting against Marty tonight. Kaleta and Goose stayed at home due to flu. Poor little buttons. Honk blurgh honk, indeed. At least Kaleta has the benefit of being able to have his mommy tend to him when he’s sick, because really, nothing makes sickness more tolerable than one’s mommy.
- Who the heck dressed Lindy tonight? He’s wearing a diagonal striped tie, tablecloth plaid shirt and pinstriped suit. It’s not even matched in that it’s kind of mismatched but still looks put together way. It’s just wrong.
- There’s a ton of people at the Nassau Coliseum dressed as empty seats tonight. An empty seat costume might be pretty cool, but I’m sure as a lady, I’d be expected to dress as a slutty empty seat.
- I like that the NYC area games are shown in HD, but the overlaying of RJ and Harry makes them sound like they’re so disconnected from the game action. There’s little to no ambient arena noise, not to mention there’s a couple difficulties in modulating the volume. Right now, RJ and Harry are at a whisper level on the HD channel; while the SD channel features them shouting at me. Happy medium, folks. Happy medium.
- There’s a small kerfluffle and Jackman and Rivet do some typical male posturing that leads to Jackman dropping his gloves and both of the children getting sent away for two minutes for roughing.
- Any of you watching NHL Network (especially in HD), please do not adjust your sets. Those horizontally striped wonders are in fact the Montreal Canadiens jerseys.
- RJ mixes up Miller and Biron after Marty makes an absolutely fantastic save. That’s a somewhat more understandable mixup than the usual ones made in the booth like mixing up Gaustad/Mair/Vanek/Pommers.
- Myers gives up the puck in the Islanders zone, which leads to Park making the game 1-0, Islanders. Miller had almost no chance on that one. Everyone – fans and Sabres included – just needs to take a deep breath and relax.
- The children in my neighborhood must have all failed “Halloween Safety 101.” SOTC Estates is not giving away Halloween candy (and has not for the past couple years) because the children in this neighborhood are larger than the average hockey player. As a result, no porch or side lights are on. As we all know, you don’t trick or treat at houses that don’t have their lights on. We’ve already had several ring the doorbell and pound on the door, and the last group was a small herd of elephants that added banging on our front window to the trick or treating repertoire.
- Jackman was looking for someone to fight earlier and he found someone in Montador. It’s an entertaining – if slightly wandering fight, as the two started out at just inside the blue line and ended up in the corner. The replay shows that Montador went looking for Jackman. I guess Montador felt he needed to feed the beast and/or try and spark his teammates into doing something.
- Patches just got hacked by Tambellini in front of the net and drops to a near fetal position in front of Miller. He quickly gets up and ends up on the bench. A quick glance to the bench shows Patches wincing in some pretty severe pain (probable internal monologue: fuckshitowwwwwfuckkkkkkkkkk) and bleeding on the wrist from where he was hit.
- Tambellini gets out of the penalty box and from about a foot away shoves the puck in the miniscule inch and a half between Miller’s pad and the post. 2-0, Islanders.
- I’ve missed seeing the Sabres Green Team commercials. The newer ones are so much “classier” than the original ones. And by classier, I mean better production values. I guess we trade the “humor” (Gaustad’s acting skills and facial expressions) for the “class.”
- I flip over to the World Series because the cast from Glee is supposed to sing the National Anthem tonight (yes, I’m a Gleek). I land right in the middle of a commercial for the show, where the cast is singing The Rolling Stones, and singing it well. I can’t wait for that show to come back.
- After letting in his third goal, Crunchy gets pulled. And Crunchy is pissed, since the three goals tonight aren’t all his fault. What’s interesting is that at Nassau Coliseum the backup goalie for the visiting team is relegated to a seat in the tunnel to the locker room, away from the bench. So pissed off Crunchy gets to stew in his own juices. It would almost be better if he were allowed to sit on the bench and be a disgruntled grump right in front of his teammates. And now, as I’m writing this rant, it’s 4-0, Islanders. Lalime let one in.
- Paetsch appears to be all better as he’s involved in a ruckus in front of the net. From the way he crumpled to the ice earlier, I really thought his wrist/arm was broken.
- I don’t know why I’m getting so frustrated with these guys. This is game eleven. One major fustercluck out of eleven games played really isn’t that bad. If they continue that pace, they’d have a pretty decent record by the end of the season. Then again, the final two periods of last night’s game were kind of clunkers, but those at least ended up working in the Sabres favor.
- Timmy tries to do some sort of behind the back pass that doesn’t work. When all is said and done, Stafford is lumbering back to the bench in pain and the Sabres still haven’t scored.
- I’ve started knitting for the remainder of this game. I need to do something enjoyable, since it seems watching the Sabres isn’t enjoyable tonight.
- The baseball game looks to be finally getting underway and the Glee kids completely rocked the National Anthem. As Randy Jackson of AI would say, those kids can blow!
- Staffy takes a stick to the face and the Sabres are on the power play. A goal wouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?
- I realized earlier today that it’s the 10th anniversary of Greg Moore’s death during the CART race at California Speedway. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years. Where does the time go? Greg was a talented driver who was just on the cusp of something big. And he was a participant in probably one of the best photos to ever come out of the CART era.
Yes, he is doing exactly what you think he’s doing.
- Why does Marty have a stork carrying a baby on the back of his mask?
- Rivet and Sutton are now throwing punches quite intently at each other. Rivet wins the fight on punches landed, but he’s in some sort of snit. Is he trying to lead by example, breathe some life back into this team?
- Tambellini gets the hat trick as he pokes a loose puck in the crease past a sprawling Lalime. It’s a power play goal, as Rivet is off for an extra two minutes due to his extracurricular activities with Sutton.
- Oh joy. The Sabres play the Islanders again on Wednesday in Buffalo.
- Do the Islanders have any idea when DiPietro will be able to play hockey again?
- Why do the Islanders Ice Girls look like rejects from a bad version of Annie? Orange velvet dresses and orange wigs do not do those girls any favors.
- I think they’ll be checking Doug Weight’s belfry for any bats as he trips over Lalime’s hand while failing to execute a breakaway. And because tonight’s game isn’t already enough of a clusterfuck – and to add insult to illness – the ref thinks that the Sabres skater tripped Weight on the breakaway and not Lalime. The goalie stops Weight, but Harry Neale is more upset that it looked like the trainer came out to check on Weight while he was prone on the ice, which meant that Weight has to sit out a shift, which meant he theoretically should not have been able to take the penalty shot. However, it’s all just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, as the game mercifully comes to an end.