So, I'm late, with due reason.
Game 3 was a complete fucking disaster. We started the first period not looking TOO bad, but not really looking too good either as it usually goes. Wideman that stupid SOB scored, and Grier scored not long after... coulda been the other way around, doesn't concern me much. With about seven minutes to play in the third, Tim Kennedy went to play the puck behind the net, got practically laid to rest amongst the boards by Mark Recchi- who is about 83 years old- who passed it to Patrice Bergeron. Who fucking scored. And we lost 2-1.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat.
Not really much else I can say about the Sabres that I can't say about a Maury Povich paternity test. Long, stressful, and you either are so excited you want to dance or are so sad you want to cry, running backstage screaming "NOOOOOO WHYYYYYYYYY. I'M SORRYYYYYYYY." There's no in between.
In other news, at least we didn't put the puck in our own fucking net.
Later.
Game 3 was a complete fucking disaster. We started the first period not looking TOO bad, but not really looking too good either as it usually goes. Wideman that stupid SOB scored, and Grier scored not long after... coulda been the other way around, doesn't concern me much. With about seven minutes to play in the third, Tim Kennedy went to play the puck behind the net, got practically laid to rest amongst the boards by Mark Recchi- who is about 83 years old- who passed it to Patrice Bergeron. Who fucking scored. And we lost 2-1.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat.
Not really much else I can say about the Sabres that I can't say about a Maury Povich paternity test. Long, stressful, and you either are so excited you want to dance or are so sad you want to cry, running backstage screaming "NOOOOOO WHYYYYYYYYY. I'M SORRYYYYYYYY." There's no in between.
In other news, at least we didn't put the puck in our own fucking net.
Later.