Diebeige and I would like to send out condolences out to anyone that was impacted by last evening’s tragedy. Lucky everyone we know are safe and accounted for, but there are many people in Western NY that can not say that today. Our thoughts are with you.
Pre-game – I have NEVER been so happy to see Kevin Sylvester before in my entire life. After weeks without Sabres coverage, Kevin means I’ll get the joy of RJ. That said, I will most likely NEVER be that happy to see Kevin Sylvester ever again.
19:20 – There are two 19’s on the ice. Connolly and Thornton. Umm, don’t even try to compare the those two. One’s made of steel and the other of glass
18:33 – Sekera!! Yeah!!!! I’m so happy your back.
16:58 – Um, I think Derek Roy may have been distracted by his boyfriend in the stands.
Wow! Pommers gets a decent shot on goal. He’s gonna score tonight, I can feel it! (Timestamp unknown folks. It happens when you aren’t used to this)
14:46 – Gerbe on a psuedo breakaway. Bummer, got checked.
14:09 – They keep talking about Butler and for some reason I have him and Weber mixed up in my mind. Every time they say Butler, I think, but they sent him back to Portland. Don’t worry I won’t have that problem with Gerbe.
13:18 – WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MAIR!!!!!!!!!!!! 1-0 BUFF-A-LO The grinders get a goal!
12:11 – Diebeige and I are both cheering for Stonehand Stafford to score. (on the ice) Good god, hell is going to freeze over.
TV Time-out – Diebeige realizes she has a something to show me. It’s one of those re-useable bags. It has the Sabres logo on it. It’s blue and gold. Um, Sabres, remember it’s Blue and Gold make GREEN. The bag should be GREEN. Oh, Harry Neale how I don’t love you. “Rivet got the goal tipped by Mair.” Waaaaaaaa? How does that happen?
11:00 – GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! Harry Neale – “Stafford was in front of the net, do you think he got his stick on it?” RJ – “Whatever! ” We’re with RJ, who cares who scored, they scored! Although, congrats to Jaro! 2-0
9:23 – Diebeige is impressed with Gerbe’s hockey sense.
8:18 – Hot Damn, Claude Lemieux.
7:48 – Huh, Sabres have 12 shots on goal.
7:40 – Diebeige notes “You know a team is in trouble when they hook Tony Tone Toni.
6:31 – Pommer, Gerbe , Roy and Connolly on the ice. I wouldn’t be upset to see any of those dudes scores.
5:35 – DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! 3-0BUFF-A-LO That beauty was top shelf where Mama hides the cookies! 2 goals on the Powerplay! Your boyfriend must be SO happy.
5:19 – The telestrator draws a heart around the Sabres logo. Harry Neale and RJ begin discussing duty free. Diebeige and I share a common love of duty free. (alcohol)
2:24 – Icing on the Sharks…during their powerplay? Uh, I’ll take it.
2:00 – RJ – “Miller grabs it and hangs on it” Diebeige adds “in bed”. RJ “CheeChoo’s having a hard time scoring” Diebeige adds “in bed”. I think the wine is starting to set in.
1:20 – Marleau scores – Miller doesn’t see, neither does RJ, Chaz or Diebeige. Harry Neale’s take? It’s the best radio shot he’s seen this year. You could hear it but didn’t see it. 3-1
End of the 1st review: Solid period by Miller, Nabby…not so much. One bottle of wine has been polished off…number two coming up.
Picture representing the first period:
Diebeige and the duty free booty
Thoughts going into second period -
Chaz:··· ····”Any thoughts going into the third?
Diebeige··· “Um, you mean second?”
Chaz:··· ····”Uhh, yeah, that’s what I meant.”
Diebeige ···”Maybe we hold off on that third bottle of wine. Oh and my fantasy team is kicking your fantasy team’s ass.”
Chaz: ······I’m going for that third bottle, thank you very much.
This is going to be interesting.
Start of the <strike>third</strike> second.
19:42 – Damn you Stonehands! That would have been an awesome goal.
19:09 – Crunchy’s looking good tonight. (in bed)
18:32 – Holy Shit we almost scored again!
What is it about become a coach that makes you look old? I know Jeep isn’t old, but he kind of looks it. ::sniff, sniff:: Does that mean I’m old?
17:17 – I think Nabby’s looking like shit. Diebeige thinks Hecht has been as effective as the prayer method of birth control.
15:38 – Fuck I thought that was going in. Thanks Crunchy! You’ll be rewarded handsomely later. (in bed and not by me…by DRoy…hmm, maybe)
14:25 – Hey, that fucker hit Crunchy. Someone take his head off!
14:18 – Rob Ray says it’s a matter of time before he comes back. We all have a good laugh at that. Harry Neale calls him a Chippendale. He did have a nice set of abs.
12:30 – Diebeige and I have a good laugh over “Connolly couldn’t get it out.” I’m sure that’s what they all say.
11:40 – Bad Rob Blake. (Yet, thank you!)
11:33 – Alice finds the rabbit hole! Powerplay goal! 4-1 BUFF-A-LO!
10:41 – Let’s go POMM-IN-VILLE!
10:21 – Fuckers, Marleau scores again. 4-2 We think it’s time Gerbe takes “things” into his own hands.
9:48 – Good news, there’s a penalty coming up and apparently we’re good at scoring on those.
8:55 – Vanek who? Now, is when I image how good they would be if they were healthy.
8:15 – Crunchy! Stops Greir twice.
7:17 – Hmmm, the Sharks are looking sharky. (You know all circling their prey and shit.)
6:23 – Um, boys…WAY TOO MUCH TIME IN FRONT OF CRUNCHY. We need to be at the other end rink.
4:23 – Is it too early for 1-2-3-4 we want 5?
3:38 – I don’t like all these guys jabbing at Roy from behind. He might not mind, I do.
:42 – Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, they scored! 4-3
Yes, it was THAT kind of period.
Onto the third -
My how the sentences get shorty as the wine consumption increases… It’s just dawned on me how this game is just like college, except we’re all wearing clothes.
Diebeige and I are discussing our upcoming trip to Philly, NJ and the Islanders. We are in the first row behind the Isles goalie meaning we will make it on TV. We’re trying to come up with a good sign to hold…the problem…I had a great idea before I started drinking and now I can’t remember. =(
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndd, we’re underway.
19:27 – Wait, Nabby’s still in net? I thought we took care of that problem already.
18:44 – Hey, Razor’s in! Oh, oops, RJ’s mistake.
15:28 – Greeeaaaaaaaaaatt, Sabres are going to be short handed. Dude, that’s a rip-off now that the refs know there should be a make-up call shortly. “Briiiiiiiiiing, Briiiiiiiiiiiiiin, Avon calling?”
13:55 – Well, that sucks. We’re tied. 4-4
13:32 – I think it’s time for a LET’S GO BUFF-A-LO!
12:57 – Fingers are MUCH slower after wine.
12:42 – It’s about time they started LET’S GO BUFF-A-LO! Time to be the seventh man, or woman, in DRoy’s case, in.
11:24 – This is going to a shoot-out. Mark my slurred words.
10:02 – Awesome hit, by a Sabre. I’d fill in a name but the number was blurry.
9:42 – You have to be fuckin’ kidding me. Really? Where were the two D? Oh, that’s right, just standing there. 5-4 SHARKS.
Side note: Sabres games are MUCH more fun when drunk.
Private to Crunchy: YOU’RE KILLING MY GOALIE STATS.
7:40 – POMMER, how did you not score?
6:48 – Dear Sabres, Must.score.N-O-W.
I loove Goose’s new commercial. It’s probably not new to you, but it is for me. And I think he’s looking foxy goosey.
5:13 – Harry Neale comments that Butler looks groggy. We think Butler looks like he’s had two bottles of wine and we would know.
3:57 – Let’s go GERBE!
3:26 – I love Gerbe! He’s standing up to Thornton who’s a good 3 feet taller than him.
2:50 – Shooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot
1:30 – DRoy – that shot was weak, as WEAK as your claims to heterosexuality I say.
1:15 – 75 seconds to tie it guys. Have I mentioned we still haven’t gotten our make-up call, REFs.
:50 – Well, this is sucking…big time.
:30 – I think I’m going to cry, we seriously need the points
:03 – RIVET SCORES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy! 5-5 Harry Neale with the words of the night: We don’t know if anyone tipped it, and truthfully, I don’t think anyone in Buffalo cares.
Start of OT – Pommers tipped the tying goal in. Didn’t I say somewhere he was going to score? I love being right.
4:28 – DRoy how did you not score!
2:50 – Gerbe! Oh, bummer. It would have been awesome if you scored the game winner. Maybe next time, or in OT, kid.
1:55 – C Riv! Man, we’re totally controlling OT.
Hmm, generally very good cycling by the Sabres.
:26 – Shit! Knee on Knee to Gerbe. Gerbe! Gerbe! Gerbe! I hope he’s alright. How about we win this in the next 25 seconds for the runt, eh?
End of OT – Wait, ROY is going after Pickles? Whaaaaaaaaaa. Oh, DRoy, stop with the Bullshits and fucks. We can read your lips.
Start of the Shootout!
For the Sabres – Up first, Alice. No goal. =(
For the Sharks – Next, Dan Boyle. Come on Crunchy! And Crunchy with the save! =)
For the Sabres - Stafford? Whaaa? And, no goal. Quelle surprise kids. =(
For the Sharks – Pavelski – Crunchy Save!!!! =)
For the Sabres – Connolly for B’lo, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, no goal. Dude, seriously. =(
For the Sharks – Setoguchi – Crunchy save again! =)
For the Sabres – Pommers!!!! WOooooooooooooo-hooooooooooooooooooo! He scores! =) I’ve heard that clink before, but it’s usually when my head hits the toilet bowl.
For the Sharks – Marleau – Bastard scores. =(
For the Sabres – DRoy – He scores!!!
For the Sharks – Michalek – and CRUNCHY makes the save! Sabres win! Wooo-hoooooooooooooooooo!!!
That game was awesome. Too much wine, you might say. But me, nope never, it made a game they should have won in regulation tolerable. It’s hard to remember their complete deconstruction after 4 glasses of wine. Way to go BUFF-A-LO!
