Showing posts with label Drew Stafford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drew Stafford. Show all posts

Saturday, January 23, 2010

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things.



While the Sabres continue to make a poopy mess out of their west coast trip, I decided to look on the bright side. Well, Tamara's bright side, in case you haven't noticed, no one ever agrees with me. 

I'm warning you now, two of the three have to do with Dany Heatley. 

3. 30 0n 30

Don't act like you weren't there! Despite epic failure (which somehow still includes Jason Pominville scoring) Dany scored his 30th goal tonight...on a goalie who wears number 30 (odds were that could have happened anyways). 

I called it. I said it would either be his birthday or today. Maybe he wanted to stick to 29 on his 29th birthday? No?

Anyways, awesome goal, hurray! 

Which leads us to....

2. Olympians Stay Put

Mr. Jhonas Enroth unofficially confirmed to me that NHL Olympians will be stay put until the break begins. No opening ceremonies, no fuzzy feelings with the new teams, no love from the NHL. They're just jealous. 

While this means less Patty time (somewhat), it DOES mean Dany time. Dany time that doesn't involve Toronto, but instead, 100 level seats near my boy!

And maybe he'll score again!

And Patty will likely be playing, but...we can adjust, no?

:)


He's excited, too!



1. Furry People Need Love, Too!
Shelby mentioned this in her last post, but it bears repeating. Haha, bear! One of the largest furry conventions (google it...) took place in the same San Jose hotel as where our boys were staying. 

Resume laughing. 

Here is the second of two pictures. 



As long as they don't think he's one of them. 

Next up, Shelby's guilty pleasure (I think they're called the Canucks). 

Hopefully we don't embarass ourselves.

Hopefully Patty isn't in net.

Hopefully Drew is there.

Thank you, Drew Stafford.

This is from his Twitter, so don't yell at me that I was creeping Facebook or anything dear readers:
In the words of Tamara, he's not going to come back to Buffalo after this convention. It was good knowing you Drew.

Go Sabres.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Postgame: 1-16-10.

Shame on Yahoo! Sports for not having a picture of Craig's amazing face after Drew scored. I hope some other site captured that or I am going to be pretty bummed. The look on Craig's face was priceless.

This is the second time in nearly a week that the Sabres went to a long shootout. It's bad enough they GET to a shootout but to go more than three rounds, nuh-uh. I feel like the longer the shootout goes for the Sabres, the more of a chance we'll have to lose the game. I like winning it when it doesn't go to sudden death.

So I hope the Sabres realize they can't take a bajillion penalties in the game because getting four before they even HAD a power play is a little ridiculous. Good thing their penalty kill is top notch otherwise we would have a problem.

I'm glad the boys got a point out of that game considering they were badly outplayed the first period and a half. They still have yet to lose in regulation this year, woohoo! Good stuff.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

TCT Does The Whiney Awards!

It's a bad sign when I have to sign in to post. It shows that I simply do not post enough. With RHB, I NEVER had to sign in...I'm not even sure what the password was. Same with this blog, actually. I had to make a retarded password to make sure that no one, including myself, could get it. 


Anywho!

I shamelessly used my press pass from mybuffalo.com (go there! go there now!) to go the Whiney Awards Tuesday night. Luckily, with such an event, I am not the only one doing anything shameless. People were dressed all fancy, and Corey (Shelby's brother, who I was delighted to cat with, and is basically the best thing when Shelby cannot be there) swore that none of them actually listened to the station. 

Furthermore, it wasn't an awards show. But, most of that stuff can and is covered in my recap that I'll post at the end. 

About an hour after I got there, I learned that I would be sitting at the alumni table. I panicked, and I'm not sure why. Old guys and Tamara, gasoline and matches...whatever. 

I was the only girl, not like that was a shock. The only person I recognized at my table was Mike Robitaille (when he introduced himself, I wanted to be like ' no shit' but nicer than it would have been with Adam Mair). Nevertheless, everyone was very nice. All were interested in the internship that always sounds more exciting than it is, and the fact that I'm from Montreal (that always seems to come up). 

At one point, the lovely gentleman who sat between myself and Roby left, and the first thing he says to me was ' you're very quiet tonight.' Yes, Mike, if online blogging has taught me anything it's that trouble is best avoided if I don't talk and play show tunes in my head. I asked why he wasn't roasting Rob Ray, and he said he was asked to but didn't think he'd be good at it. We both agreed he was best doing it on air during games. 

The roasting itself was very graphic. Frankly, since it's Rob Ray none of the disgusting stories really surprised me. Get Chris Butler up there and have Nate Gerbe tell a story about how they accidently killed a stripper with a wooden chair then hid the body in the trunk of Tim Kennedys(or Tyler Myers) car before throwing up  Craigory's pool (I pick him only because I know he has a pool) naked THEN...I might cringe. 

It would help if the stripper was male. 

Who knows, maybe Drew Stafford in leopard print pants really raises your standards on what fear is. 

Speaking of Drew, and the rest of the crew (hehe, rhyme), the boys headed out for roughly 13 days, sans leopard pants (we hope). Other than the backwards Atlanta and Islanders trip, it's all western teams on the schedule. The real kind of western, not like Columbus or Detroit. I mean California, Feenicks, and Vancouver...which could very well cause this blog to self destruct should a certain French Canadian be in goal and a certain Michigan boy score a goal.


 But we'll get to that later...


Oh yeah, and shameless self promoting:

http://www.mybuffalo.com/_No-Complaints-from-Whiney-Awards/blog/1715088/85283.html



Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Ryan is GM, Patty is the bailout!



- Crosby didn't score
- Miller got pulled
- Patty made 27 saves to save the game and get somewhat of a shutout
- Drewwwwww got out of Lindys shit list and 3 points!
- PATTY!
- We came down from 0-3 to WIN!
- Ryan Miller is 29 years old. Therefore, in addition to brushing up on his goalie lovin', he needs to learn to not be a little bitch and throw his equipment down the hallway when Patty is going in there to save his ass!
...Patty as won his last two games, Ryan...different story. 



Thankfully, Patty is starting to get the credit he deserves. And Ryan is crumbling right before his followers eyes. 

I think we can all get a little smile from that. 


:)

Saturday, December 26, 2009

If Airport Security Wasn't Rough Enough.

I have to learn that we kept Ottawa's undefeated streak alive...at least against us. The back up goalie now does better in shootouts than our starter, let that sink in folks!

Anywho, I'm sitting in JFK airport, watching my delay time get higher and higher and higher....Shelby kept me updated on the game. Perks to Derek Roy finally not playing in a game, but boo to Drew Stafford being benched. What the heck! You bench DREW before other people!? Because he was on the ice for the goals? You know who else was...Ryan Miller. 

Thomas came back, but Shelby covered that.

It's cool, we needed to get Mike Fisher an engagement present anyways, right? 

But enough about the game. 

I hope everyone had a nice holiday. My dad had a layover in NYC so my mom and I met him down here, and are yet to have our ' family ' Christmas at home. 

If it wasn't for the damn rain, it would have been a fantastic trip (that and my mothers horrific snoring in the hotel last night, ugh). We still walked around today, we went to the Plaza where I got a picture with the bobblehead (who is on his way to Dubai with my dad). 

And, since my mom made my dad and I lay around about 45 department stores, I got to go to the NHL store! I was stoked for it, but then was slightly disappointed. I thought it was so much bigger, and I'm not sure why. There was nothing there that I couldn't have gotten elsewhere, so I stuck to a present for Shelby, who kindly took time out of her Christmas Day to go check on my furry little man. 

The cashier and I had an interesting conversation, which started because he had a Whalers shirt and an Islanders hat on. 

...woah. I had a brief panic moment when I saw the Flyers won. Then I realized it was to Carolina...in a shootout. No worries!

I tell ya, that bobblehead is going to have some serious air miles on it. My dad isn't too keen on taking his picture in Dubai, in case he looks nuts. BUT...if we can get Ryan Miller to do it, he'll survive. 

We had a little incident with him in Buffalo at security. They took him out of my bag and were like what is thisss and had to run him through security again. The girl said she was a Sabres fan and I was like ' no, so am I, it's Lalime!' and the guy there told her to turn it around. THEN he started going on about how Patty was only doing well because he was trying to up his trade value...because " that's what happened to Hasek."

Those security dudes pretty be grateful they have guns.


...but a comparison to Hasek, not bad.