RUMORS OF MY DEMISE...

So looking back I realize that I haven't post in about a week and a half and I realized that many of you, that is if you care, might be wondering where the hell I am, or maybe you didn't notice, well if you did I thank you for caring. Let's put it this way, I am the bug on the windshield of life, I'm feeling all good and happy and then all of a sudden it's not so good and happy.

But anyway I have the rest of the week off so yay to vacation and sleep, which is what again? oh that's right something I haven't had a lot of in the past 3 weeks, unlike my wonderful counter part who has class tomorrow (sorry Cari, you know I love you). But that means I've also had time to update my profile information here, which previously looked like Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard, as well as catch up on some reading which involved books not composed of really long complicated words that I don't know the meaning of.

But in other good news Cari and I shall be attending tomorrow night's game against Boston and I feel I must remind you of what happened the last time we attended a Boston game together...oh that's right they LOST, something new and different for them (complete sarcasm there). We'll have played Boston three times in the last three weeks tomorrow night having lost two of those contest, so needless to say our track record against Boston has been less than stellar this season.
But, hopefully we can turn that all around tomorrow night with the return of Hank and Max to the line up, oh hockey gods let's hope.

The question remains, however, who sits out? The most obvious bench warmer for defense would be Nathan because he's been the odd man out all year, but well, I happen to think he played pretty damn well for someone who's had a pretty good view of the ice from the press box for most of the season. Offense is trickier, Boston is a pretty physical team which means we're going to need the enforcers patrolling the ice so that rules out Peters and Kaleta most likely. Paille is another player who could take a seat but seeing as it was his line that scored the first goal, YAY MARK, in Saturday night's game I'm thinking he's probably going to be playing. That leaves us with everyone's favorite rockstar, Drew Stafford, who, and it pains me to say this, has been really sucky lately, so he has my vote for bench warmer tomorrow night. But I guess we'll just have to wait and see what Lindy decides is best for the team.

Anyways, I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving, I'll be going to my brother's in Rochester, gorging myself on turkey, stuffing and potato puff, staying over and then going shopping with my sister-in-law early on Friday. Which means I probably won't be posting until after Friday night's game unless something drastic happens betwen now and then, let's hope not, unless it's of the good variety.

So until then, LET'S GO BUFFALO.

a lot to catch up on

Okay, so I believe I owe you a post...

I think it's safe to say that this weekend wasn't everything I had hoped it would be. Don't get me wrong; finding out Derek answered my question, seeing the Pirates win, following Paul, and having Drew sign my subway ticket were fantastic, but a Sabres win and some nicer weather would have made it alllllll better. I'm not complaining, though. I'd live in Boston if I could.

It's kinda hard to tell, because he signed in a very fine pen,
but that's Drew's signature. ON MY SUBWAY TICKET.
Hey, at least I acknowledged that it was lame,
but he found it funny, so I guess it's alright.

I'm not going to talk about the game much, because it upsets me. So we'll talk about things at the game.

(0) This wasn't really at the game, but on the T up to Boston from Norwell, we met six Sabres/Bills fans. It was awesome. They had some balls, too, because they were mostly dressed in Buffalo sports attire. Boston is not the city where I would do that, nor is Toronto, Montreal, Edmonton, or Ottawa. Back to the point. Honestly, I don't think we went anywhere in the city on Saturday without seeing the Blue and Gold or the Blue and Red.

(1) Kim was afraid to wear her jersey, so she zipped up her North Face to her throat, and tucked the jersey into the bottom of it. I called her a wuss, and she took it off. So we got dirty, nasty, downright maniacal looks from some of their fans, but let's face it: Which team is better? Exactly.

(2) As we were waiting to go up into the lobby from the train station area of TD Northbank Garden (the arena is on top of North Station, kinda like Madison Square Garden), I saw a group of five guys walk in, one of them in a Golden Gophers Vanek jersey. I looked a little bit closer at the group, poked Kim, and said, "Hey, isn't that Pete and Corey?" She says, "Pete and Corey?" I say, "Yeah, we went to high school with them." Turns out they were Pete and Corey, my German classmate and school's star goalie, respectively. SMALL WORLD? Yeah, I thought so.

(3) These same guys start chanting once we reached the lobby, before going into the actual hallways of the arena. We were all doing the classic Bills' "Let's Go Buffalo" one, and it got damn loud in there. It was really fun, because the Bruins fans weren't even attempting to counter us.

(4) MJ was right... Those pictures around the arena almost make me want to be a Bruins fan... I SAID ALMOST. Don't judge me.

(5) The warmups were fantastic. I've never bothered to go down to the glass and take pictures during warmups, and I have no idea why, because that was stupid. And right now I'm too lazy to put all of my picture from Portland and Boston up on Webshots, but they're on Facebook, so look at them there if we're friends. Or, click the city right here and you can go to them. I'll get Kim's up here somehow, eventually... Oh, and don't judge us based on our stupid-face pictures. We can be extremely immature sometimes, but overall, we're very mature people, believe it or not. =]

(6) Only one Bruins fan really said anything to us, and it was nice. I was kind of disappointed. There's nothing I love more than trash-talking other teams to their fans. It's so exhilarating. This guy only tapped me on the shoulder, asked if we were from Buffalo, and if we had driven up just for the game. How boring and reserved.

(7) This guy's wife, when a Paris Hilton wannabe came strutting down the steps in her thigh-high stiletto boots and sleeveless cotton dress, leaned forward and said to Kim and I, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Honestly, since she and her boyfriend were in the front row, the three of us were in shock. I kid you not, not even five minutes later, she was wearing his hoodie. Ridiculous. Why do you dress like that if you know you're going to a hockey game? In Boston, in November? Wow. Just, wow.

(8) Have I ever mentioned that I love Boston accents? Well I do. So when the drunk guys a couple rows in front of us decided to start chanting "Miller," they were, in actuality, saying "Millah." Kim and I were waiting for one of them to drop down to their knees and just scream out "STELLA!" instead. We needed to find something amusing about that game after Connolly had scored and Kaleta attempted to take on Chara. Yikes...

(9) There were really belligerent and drunk Bruins fans on the train back to my aunt's house, so I told Kim that we could be wusses now, and then we tucked our jerseys in and zipped our North Faces up to our throats. It was really hot on that train, too, and since my aunt is the last stop, and they were going to the last stop, I almost died. I don't do well with excessive heat when wearing Uggs, a long sleeve shirt, a hockey jersey, and a fleece jacket. No thank you.

(10) Oh, and then my aunt yelled at us because we didn't get Paul's autograph and/or picture. Well, the only way we could've done that, without invading his personal space, would have been to jump out at him, and I have a feeling it would've gone down kinda like this.

Well, I guess that's all I can think of right now in regards to our little trip to Boston. Although, my aunt has expressed our welcomed return, so I have a feeling we'll be up for Round Two next season. BUT, Kim and I were discussing it on the drive home, and we think it would be quite fun to get a room at the Ritz, despite the outrageous price tag, just so we can hit up the bar there while the boys are there. And hotels.com does give quite the discount, so it's a definite possibility. Anybody in??

Oh, and I thoroughly enjoyed this article. At least someone's willing to admit that they were wrong and the Sabres should have been much higher on the end-of-season rankings than 11th.

Also, whatever happened to the doubleheaders they always used to have on Versus, Monday and Tuesday nights? Why is it that they aren't starting up again until the second-last week of the season? They always used to get me through the Mondays and Tuesdays that the Sabres didn't play and my shows weren't on. But now, since the hold-out between Time Warner and Channel 4 and The CW basically made me miss a good deal of my shows for a couple weeks, I'm so far behind with no chance of getting caught up, so now I only have one game to watch for the next two nights. How boring.

I think that's pretty much it. I'll post later if something interesting surfaces...

OMG kajhgkhaigfhkj IT'S PAUL GAUSTAD

Okay, so remember how I said that Kim and I were going to go by the Ritz to see if we saw any Sabres??

Well...  I'm going to be brutally honest with you.  I did not expect to see any.

BUT.

When we got off the T at Park Street, in the middle of the Boston Commons, I look down the road and see a man with wavy, shaggy, caramel-colored hair, walking further down the block, in a suit, towards the Ritz.

Who was that, you ask?  MAXIM AFINOGENOV, Kim's future ex-husband.

Oh, but wait.  It gets better.

So then we walk down Avery, the street the hotel is physically on.  And then we see Paully getting out of a cab.  Now, Kim didn't want to go up to him, and we were on the opposite side of the street to begin with, so we kind of just followed him, down that block, down three more, and then up one.

Now, he had his earbuds in, so I didn't know the polite way to say, "HEY!  YOU'RE PAUL GAUSTAD!" without freaking him out, so we didn't interrupt his "me time."  But then we were stopped at a crosswalk, RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, and me, still not knowing how to say "hey," I blurt out, "Kim, where's my phone" in a panicked frenzy.  I then pull my Sabres jersey half way out of my purse, thinking it might get his attention, but no.

EPIC FAIL.

So we let him go, and he begins to wander through the park, and we head back to the Ritz, again, totally not expecting to see anybody.

At this point, we were ridiculously warm from keeping up with Paul and his ridiculously long legs, so we took a breather at the corner.

All of a sudden, a gigantic yellow coach bus that looked like a giant caterpillar pulls up, and out steps Coaches McCutcheon and Patrick, as well as Lalime, Paille, Kotalik, Tallinder, Lydman, and Stafford.

kajhgkajhrgoiah.kghao;ihftlak

I drag Kim across the street, only after I called my mother, for her to yell at me to get my ass in gear.

I go up to Drew, subway ticket and pen in hand, because that was all I had, and state,  and I quote, "Drew, I know it's lame, but can you sign my subway ticket?"

HE LAUGHED.  I DIED.

Then he took a picture of all the fans that were standing there (which was quite a few, actually) with his iPhone, because he "likes to take pictures of fans in other cities."

lkghlo;shgl;ahgaljg LOVE.

More later.  =]

Funny Story...

So this afternoon, while Kim and I were venturing around Boston in the rain, we decided to enjoy a late lunch at Cheer's.

After our waiter (who boasted a slight resemblance to our beloved Paul Gaustad) took our order, I pulled out my phone to check my e-mail.

In my inbox, I saw this:

Kiss985Contest:  "Derek Roy/Vitamin Water"

I'm like, "What's this???"

So I open it up, and I literally gasp like I just saw Tim Connolly get laid out.  This is what I read:

Congratulations Cari!  You have won a case of Vitamin Water for your Derek Roy question.  We just need your contact information for our records.  Please reply with your address, phone number, and date of birth.  You can pick up your prize at 500 Corporate Parkway in Amherst (off of Maple Road) Monday through Friday 9am-5pm.

A;LKGHNAKWNGKAWHUETKAJBGKJAH  WHAT!?!?!?!?

I basically threw my phone at Kim and called my mother to tell her, and to have her and my father listen to the Derek Roy Report online, because, being in the middle of downtown Boston, and my computer being about 25 miles south in Norwell, I couldn't very well do that.

PLUS, I HAD FORGOTTEN WHAT I ASKED HIM.

Anyways, my mom listened, and said he thought my question was funny.  SO DEREK THINKS I'M FUNNY.  Which is good, because I am.  Or so I've heard.

You can listen to my question here.  Gaaaa I'm really excited about this.  It pretty much made my life.

And I wonder what flavors my case of Vitamin Water is going to contain...  And I wonder if a Derek Roy autograph is going to accompany my fluid intake for the month...

ANYWAYS.

We scoped out the area around Boston Commons to see where the Ritz (the Sabres' hotel) was, and we kinda sorta found it; it's not too hard, but we only saw the awning.  And since we won't be in Boston too much tomorrow, as we'll be in Portland(!!!!!!!), we at least have an idea of where to find our boys tomorrow.

And I can pretty much guess that Derek will be spending his off time on Newbury Street.  We'll have to meet up so he can buy me that Chanel coat that I want, along with the one from Juicy Couture and that Hermes bag.  Yeah, that'd be good.  I'd give him a fair trade in a case of Vitamin Water...  =]

Pirates pictures tomorrow!!

And it has come to my knowledge that our dear Timmykins is hurt again?  But that he's supposed to play tomorrow?  I'll believe it when I see it.  Seriously though, someone needs to call me tomorrow night and tell me if he's actually playing.  Because I need to know if I can wear my jersey with dignity on Saturday, or if I'm going to be ashamed of the name on my back...