Bad Blogger

by Anne

• I haven't blogged since Thursday?!

• Well, there hasn't been a whole lot to report, to be honest. The Pens dropped both games 1 and 2 to Detroit by identical scores of 3-1.

• Evgeni Malkin and Henrik Zetterberg were all pissy at the end of Game 2. Or as all sports announcers will say the "emotions were getting to them" or "The tension of the situation, knowing his team was going to lose Game 2 caused Geno to snap like a dry twig." Whatevs, deep down I knew this would be basically a repeat of last year, but it just sucks watching it again. Especially since the Red Wings are even playing with out Datsyuk. Ouch.

• Fortunately, Geno won't be suspended for his antics

• I was depressed that it was June because Big Bear was May. Then I discovered Kevin Bieksa was June and the coping was easier.

• I hate job interviews and I went on one today. I typed 82 words a minute and I hadn't even had any coffee yet. I'm just that feisty.

• If Pittsburgh loses Game 3, I might reconsider driving down for Game 4...

• Woooo. Jacques Martin is the new head coach of the Montreal Canadiens

• The people of Dallas rejoice as Brett Hull is proverbially shoved into a dark corner where he can't eff things up and Joe Nieuwendyk is named GM. Never once in all the years he played have I been able to spell his name without double checking it.

• In Sabres news, not much is going on.

• Everyone's favorite Sloppy Seconds posed for Men's Health magazine. Ha.
  

• The Stanley Cup Finals are not much fun for shirttail fans
  

Super (boring) Sunday

by Anne

WOOO! I was so excited to be able to dedicate today to football! I was heading over to my Aunt's house who lives like its 1975, with no internet, no dishwasher and a TV antenna, so I could watch my Bills play.

.....and they lost. To the Dolphins. It was gross and unpleasant, much like the pile of dishes I decided to wash while my Aunt's out of town because it was taking over the counterspace and frustrating me almost as much as our passing game.

Then I was like "Ok, Steelers!" Sunday Night Football! WOO! Much like the Pens are my "#2 Eastern Conference default if the Sabres aren't in the playoffs" team, the Steelers serve the same purpose for me in football.

...and then they lost too.

WOW, what a GOOD DAY.

Then I watched the video footage of poor Brandon Sutter getting annihilated by Doug Weight. I almost feel as bad for Doug Weight who's not a bad dude. You could see on his face that he felt awful about what happened as they were tending to the most-recent-to-enter-the-NHL Sutter.

Hits to the head should be illegal. Period. I'm not sure how they should be regulated, but they need to be controlled. Granted, Doug Weight did not seem intent upon concussing Brandon Sutter and causing him to be hospitalized, but he's possibly an exception to hits like that.

Everytime I see something like that or, ya know, that time on February 10 when I was in HSBC Arena aka the last game Richard Zednick played last season, all I think about is how upset I'd be if that had happened to a Sabre. Just watch the footage of Brandon Sutter and picture one of our rookies. At that game on February 10, I kept thinking about how sick to my stomach and panic-attacky I would've been if that had happened to a Sabre. Ok let's change the subject, I don't want to think about that anymore. I got mad enough when Derek Roy's wrist was hurt when he was slashed yesterday.

GREAT.

Then I watched some Extreme Home Makeover WHICH ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY. Friggin', every time, I cry. Today it was a little boy who was normal til he was 4 then he had leukemia and then he had crazy awful pneumonia and had to have a double lung transplant and he has to take this awful medication that's given him cataracts and his body has swelled and he has diabetes. To CAP OFF the irony, the little boy's name is JOB. You are basically DOOMING a person to a life of trials and tribulations when you name them Job.

The only silver lining came when I was at Wegman's tonight. No, I did not see any Sabres... not exactly...

It's just as tasty this season when we're winning
Look at my crazy eyebrow

Ice cream was the highlight of my day. Wow. Now I have to read.

Sorry about that whole "think about the Sabres being brutally attacked on the ice" paragraph.

Let's lighten things up:

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha


love.

BORED

by Anne

So, Katie offered up a brilliantly titled post "Paul Gaustad has given me unrealistic expectations about men."

And, as I am supremely bored, I made a Facebook bumper sticker bearing that same sentiment.

Feel free to search for it or add me as a friend on Facebook if you want it. Haha.

I'M SO BORED. ENTERING MEDICAL RECORDS IS NOT THE HEIGHT OF ENTERTAINMENT AND INTRIGUE. ALL I'VE LEARNED TODAY IS THAT THIS DUDE WAS WALKING AROUND WITH ONE TOTALLY MESSED UP KNEE.

October? Yes? No? NO? Damn.

Pie! Yay!

by Anne

Jumping on my own Danny Paille bandwagon I began to round up earlier this season, I've decided to create my own Danny Pie-YAY fan club. Members will be known as pie-heads and each will be assigned a different kind of pie to emulate their personal flair. Here's our bitchin' poster:

Let's meet the team, shall we?

Anne: Founder of the Pie Lovers and Chief Pie-Head.
Favorite pie: Pecan

the Pie-Heads' fearless leader*

*For the record, yes that actually is me half in and half out of an ice cream freezer at Shea's

S(h)ara: President of Pie-YAY relations
Favorite Pie: Raspberry

S(h)ara is actually a 19th century Hungarian peasant woman: True. Story.

Oscar: Pie Lovers' mascot and CGO (Chief Gossip Officer) of the Pie-Heads
Favorite Pie: Pork

Wha-! Is someone out there talking about Danny?

Mary Kate: Newest Pie-Head and Head Pie-Head Uniform Designer
Favorite Pie: Apple

MK is confused as to why Danny Pie-YAY isn't there getting wasted with us at Frizzy's

If anyone else would like to be a Pie-Head, leave a comment with your favorite pie and I shall assign you a title and photo for the Pie-Head roster.