The Sabres Are Following Me!

As luck would have it (I guess), the restaurant we ate at last night had the Sabres game on. Crazy, no? I made my mom switch places with me so I was facing the TV but between eating, talking, and the distance of the TV I missed most of the game. I did see enough that my family was treated to a twenty minute discourse on why the shootout/third point is killing the Sabres and hockey as we know it. Judging by the way their eyes were glazing over, I think maybe the brilliance of it was wasted on them. We did have a funny moment though while discussing fighting and how the Sabres don't do much of it. I told them our enforcer isn't good enough at hockey to play very much and that it's hard to fight from the bench. That was promptly followed by our enforcer taking a swing at someone... from the bench. What a dope.

Alabama is weird, you guys! I lucked across the game tonight but if I didn't go out of my way to keep tabs on the Sabres I would never accidentally run across that information. No hockey on TV, no hockey on the radio, no hockey in the newspaper. No hockey! It does not exist! I might see how long it takes me to learn the score of Wednesday's game. If I didn't cave and look it up (which I will) I'll bet I could get all the way back to Buffalo without finding out. It shouldn't be a surprise to me that Alabama doesn't exactly embrace hockey - I only lived here for twenty-one and a half years - but after living with the Buffalo crazies for almost eight years it's kind of mind-boggling.

While watching the game, I totally missed that Dmitri Kalinin and Jaroslav Spacek were hurt. Here's a re-dramatization of my response when I read that on Sabres Edge (it could be weeks?!) as performed by my nephew Luke:



I was not sitting in a laundry basket at the time though this team might eventually drive me to that. I forgot this game was on Versus. I don't suppose they at least gave us Hank in a suit, did they? Losers.