Last nights hockey game was summed up in one statement by my wife last night. She is not the hockey fan. She enjoys going to the games, but doesn’t watch them on television. 82 times a year she rolls her eyes at me when I say hockey night!
Well last night she didn’t complain to much as she was wrapping gifts and baking cookies. When they scored on the 5 on 3, she turned to me and asked if we really had to watch the game. Of course I went off on her about being a bandwagon merryweather fan, and that yes, we will watch the entire game. Her response was not what I expected,
This is getting painful even for me to watch.
Ouch. After the last game in which the Sabres were able to shutout the Caps, they allowed a young goaltender to totally eclipse the All-Star Olympic goaltender in Ryan Miller. Not very often do the Sabres allow that many goals, but hell, they were not ready to play yet.
It was almost like you could see the sugar plums dancing in the heads of the Sabres as they sat on the bench – their minds on what will be under the Christmas Tree tomorrow night instead of the game at hand.
Saturday the game doesn’t get any easier, because its Ottawa, and both teams will be well rested. Typically that spells disaster for the Sabres. Hopefully they can snap the holiday funk that kept their game supressed for the first 20 minutes last night.
So, until Saturday morning, I would like to extend the most festive of holiday greetings to all, especially those stationed overseas this time of the year that cannot be with the close friends and family during the holidays. May your hearth be warm, and your joy plentiful. Be safe, don’t drink and drive. And enjoy a little holiday poem:
‘Twas the night before the Christmas break, when all down the bench,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a goose;
The pucks were all frozen by the league with great care,
In hopes that Alex the Great, would not be all there.
The fans were all nestled, all snug in their seats,
With visions of shut-outs danced in their heads.
With Miller in net, and Myers on point,
we all settled down, for a long hockey game.
When right behind Miller, arose such a clatter,
I looked up quick, to see what was the matter.
Behind Ryan Miller, I did see a flash,
a Red light sent twirling, by goals scored in mass.
The skates making snow, on a fresh sheet of ice,
Gave the lustre of winter, to all in plain sight,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The Washington Capitals, and some rookie goalie.
With a goal-scoring Russian, so lively and quick;
I knew in a moment, two points would not stick.
More rapid than eagles, the goals did they score,
Now Backstrom, now Green, now Morrison and Ovechkin,
On Poti, on Laich, on Green, and Knuble.
To the top of the key, to the top shelf of the goal,
Now score away, score away, score away all.