First and foremost the Carolina Hurricanes theme song "Rock You Like a Hurricane" would be stricken from the record (lived down there they play this as theme music). Strictly "Sabre Dance" nothing else and don't eff with it either.
Rangers, Devils and Islanders T.V "Madison Square Garden" channel unacceptable. Heres a thought how about HSBC T.V??? Like Empire Sports Network ya know the way it was before they effed with it.
Leafs color guy Harry Neal brings me down, you can tell he gives a rats ass about the Sabres and he's here for the money, put the Razor in there with RJ or something, come on the Maples Leafs guy? really? the hockey night in Canada since before I was born guy? come on what the Hell.
Blase shopped at Aldis
As far as players go for starters turn Lalime into a cheerleader in the stands with blue and gold pom poms and get a real back up goalie.
Unfortunately I don't have close to 200 million dollars laying around the house.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Thank You Blase Thomas Golisano
Thanx Blase! (Yes thats his real first name, Blase) Thank you Blase for pulling our team out of bankruptcy and keeping the team in Buffalo. If the Sabres would've gone we would've in my mind never got a hockey team back in Buffalo, could've been Hartford part two and for this I am truly grateful.
But
Yes...But with that said......
Your name is Blase and if we are to put a hyphen over the e this would sum up your tenure as owner of the Buffalo Sabres.
blasé is french, sounds like what it means
blasé [ˈblɑːzeɪ]
I'm glad our world class coach has stayed this long despite the lack of talent he has had at his disposal, hopefully we don't let him get away. Maybe Darcy can reclaim his status of genius now that his hands will be cut free (he did put a pretty good looking team prior to his shackles and chains).
Oh......
Wait......
You did do something Blase!!!
I almost forgot!!!
you made sure you supported less government in West Seneca how can we forget that.
But
Yes...But with that said......
Your name is Blase and if we are to put a hyphen over the e this would sum up your tenure as owner of the Buffalo Sabres.
blasé is french, sounds like what it means
blasé [ˈblɑːzeɪ]
adj.
You did nothing else, you used up what the Rigas family left you, lost great players they left you and tied our GM's hands.- Uninterested because of frequent exposure or indulgence.
- Unconcerned; nonchalant: had a blasé attitude about housecleaning.
- Very sophisticated.
I'm glad our world class coach has stayed this long despite the lack of talent he has had at his disposal, hopefully we don't let him get away. Maybe Darcy can reclaim his status of genius now that his hands will be cut free (he did put a pretty good looking team prior to his shackles and chains).
Oh......
Wait......
You did do something Blase!!!
I almost forgot!!!
you made sure you supported less government in West Seneca how can we forget that.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
What I believe is wrong with the Sabres
As if it makes a difference this is what I believe is wrong with the Sabres.
#61
#5
#10
and most of the time #12
one word, four letters
W-E-A-K
We need a real center with leadership, we still need leadership player wise
#23 and #48 are gone and have been for a while and since then...
#'s 9, 55, 28 and whoever else is taking faceoffs can not and will never fill the void
#30 is good but not #39 good better than old #43 but severely over rated and goes down to quick and for too long
#26 is very good but not #89 great and is making too much money
the coach is legendary
the general manager is hit and miss, genius/dumb ass
Larry Quinn is an A Hole
the owner is good but for how long, what have ya done for me lately
#61
#5
#10
and most of the time #12
one word, four letters
W-E-A-K
We need a real center with leadership, we still need leadership player wise
#23 and #48 are gone and have been for a while and since then...
#'s 9, 55, 28 and whoever else is taking faceoffs can not and will never fill the void
#30 is good but not #39 good better than old #43 but severely over rated and goes down to quick and for too long
#26 is very good but not #89 great and is making too much money
the coach is legendary
the general manager is hit and miss, genius/dumb ass
Larry Quinn is an A Hole
the owner is good but for how long, what have ya done for me lately
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Offseason blurb
Well we lost Drury and Briere and terminated our lease on Zubrus but hey we got Vanek for 7 years, Yay! We have a very organic, homegrown team going on right now and I think the Sabres are gonna be O.K. Not president's trophy O.K but still cup worthy.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
To Trade Or Not To Trade That Is The Question
To trade, or not to trade: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous trade rumors,
Or to make a move against a sea of injuries,
And by opposing end them? to be eliminated; to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end this drought
The season and the Stanley Cup Playoffs
This team is heir to, 'tis a championship
Devoutly to be wished. to be champions;, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the cup;
For in that sleep of champs what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this monkey on our backs,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes defeat of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The commissioner's wrong, the Golden Brett's contumely,
The pangs of a despised loss, the league's delay,
The insolence of the officials and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy Dallas Stars,
When they themselves might their sudden death make
With a foot in the crease? who would rule 78 bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary overtime,
But that the dread of something after a Stars goal,
The undiscovered feeling from whose goal line
No puck enters, puzzles the Sabre fan
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than celebrate with other Sabre fans we don't know?
Thus inconsistency does make losers of us all;
And thus the silver of the Stanley Cup
Is tarnished with the pale cast of debate,
And great teams of great talent and glory
With this regard their faces turn away,
And do not bother to take action. - No Goal!
The Buffalo Sabres! Champions, in our prayers
Or be all the playoff losses remembered.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous trade rumors,
Or to make a move against a sea of injuries,
And by opposing end them? to be eliminated; to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end this drought
The season and the Stanley Cup Playoffs
This team is heir to, 'tis a championship
Devoutly to be wished. to be champions;, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the cup;
For in that sleep of champs what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this monkey on our backs,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes defeat of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The commissioner's wrong, the Golden Brett's contumely,
The pangs of a despised loss, the league's delay,
The insolence of the officials and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy Dallas Stars,
When they themselves might their sudden death make
With a foot in the crease? who would rule 78 bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary overtime,
But that the dread of something after a Stars goal,
The undiscovered feeling from whose goal line
No puck enters, puzzles the Sabre fan
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than celebrate with other Sabre fans we don't know?
Thus inconsistency does make losers of us all;
And thus the silver of the Stanley Cup
Is tarnished with the pale cast of debate,
And great teams of great talent and glory
With this regard their faces turn away,
And do not bother to take action. - No Goal!
The Buffalo Sabres! Champions, in our prayers
Or be all the playoff losses remembered.
Monday, January 29, 2007
"Sluggerud" a Coon Slug Story
Hello my name is Sluggerud I am the Buffalo Sabres new mascot and logo. I am a coon slug (racoonius slugi) a furry yet slimily creature that used to live in Coon Slug Forest, that is till I moved to Buffalo, NY. I miss Coon Slug Forest, so many memories there and a very large family and friends that I had to leave behind. I miss Momma Wakaluk and Daddy Creighton, Grandma Trefilov and Grandpa Franceschetti, Brother Galley, Sister Hannan and her husband Presley, my four newborn nieces and nephews Tanti, Pittis, Ndur and Hamel and my two best friends Boulton and Bartovic. Here is a picture of my family and friends hanging out in the moss of Coon Slug Forest (I’m the one on the tree stump).
So here’s my story because as I mentioned I had to leave Coon Slug Forest for the streets of Buffalo, NY. One day, not to long ago, my family, friends and I were enjoying a nice lazy day in Coon Slug Forest when a stranger dressed in business attire waltzed into our dwelling. He introduced himself as Mr. Quinn and told us that we could call him Larry. He said he had the deal of a lifetime for us that we could not refuse. Larry’s deal was for that one of us Coon Slugs to travel to Buffalo, NY where the fans of the Buffalo Sabres hockey team are in need of new logo and a mascot. In return Mr. Quinn said he would not burn down Coon Slug Forest and told us “see I told you it was something you could not refuse”. All of us Coon Slugs were not amused. He then said that one of us must make it to Buffalo by the start of preseason in the fall or he would burn down the forest anyways. He then left in his private jet.
All of the Coon Slugs in Coon Slug Forest were very scared of Mr. Quinn’s demands. The youngest Coon Slugs were especially scared screaming “please don’t let that man burn down our home”. After a game of Coon Slug Survivor and very much debate on who the Coon Slug clan should choose to go to Buffalo they all chose me. So Momma Wakaluk, Daddy Creighton, Brother Galley and Sister Hannan saw me off at the outskirts of the forest. Daddy Creighton said “do us proud son” Momma Wakaluk said “I love you”, Sister Hannan said “beware of the wild it is full of predators” and Brother Galley said “Hey bro don’t get stepped on or we are all screwed”.
So I hit the path as their send off’s “Good Luck Sluggerud!!” got quieter and quieter. It was no longer than 2 hours later that I found my self lost in the wilderness. I saw many dangerous animals in the wilderness but they left me be. I think it was because they never saw a Coon Slug before and they were the scared ones. I could not find any signs directing me to Buffalo, so I figured I would just use a Coon Slug’s natural instinct for sense of direction. I trudged on and on through the thicket for many days only stopping to eat from time to time.
The more I trudged the colder it became and soon enough I was trudging and slugging through snow. I met up with some penguins and I asked them if they knew the way to Buffalo. They told me I was to far north and that I had to go southeast over the old Smythe Bridge, past d- broken fence and the old Maple tree. They were very helpful for being penguins and all. So I slugged on and made it to drier, warmer ground before my slimly underbelly froze.
Soon enough I slugged upon the Old Smythe Bridge that the penguins had told me about. The humans were out in full force riding bicycles over the bridge so I decided to slug my way up on the bridges ledge to avoid getting run over. Looking down into the water I saw some sharks, a whale and a flaming dragon. The sharks could not speak because they were to busy biting on hockey sticks and the flaming dragon was very elusive, he kept hiding every time I looked at him. The whale did speak to me saying “Hello there strange creature, I am a Canuck my friends call me Willy”. I said “Hello” but before I could tell him anything about me and my mission he swam away screaming “I’m Free, I’m Free”.
So once I made it over the Old Smythe Bridge, I slugged and slugged till I made my way to d- broken fence. When I got there it was raining like a son of a bitch all over the broken fence and the rain had rusted over some oil wells that were nearby. I thought about taking shelter but I kept slugging on because I figured the by chance showers would fizzle out soon and I didn’t want Coon Slug Forest to be burnt to the ground. So I went into hyper Coon Slug mode.
When I made it to the Maple Tree I was exhausted and hungry from slugging so fast. So I decided to rest under the tree and eat some of the blue leafs that fell to the ground. When I tasted them they tasted very bitter and I thought to myself “gee these Maple Leafs Suck” but I feasted on them anyway for stamina. While I was eating the maple leafs I started hallucinating and I thought I saw the mythological legend the Jersey Devil but my little Coon Slug eyes must have deceived me because I saw it only for a second. Then the wind started to blow all the maple leafs around and I thought to myself “them Maple Leafs sure blow”. Off in the distance I saw a sign that read Buffalo city limits so I started slugging because I knew I was close.
When I got to Buffalo I was happy I finally made it but to my surprise the streets were full of protesters chanting “Hell no! The Slug Must Go, Give Us Legs On Our Buffalo!!”. This frightened me and made me fear for my life so I snuck past the angry mob of protesters out of sight, luckily no one saw me. I swear that I saw Mr. Quinn in the crowd but I think maybe them bad Maple Leafs I ate were still playing tricks with my head.
So sad and dejected I slugged my way to this place called the Erie Basin Marina. The people of Buffalo hate me and I did nothing to them but be my own Coon Slug self. I had decided to end it all so I jumped in to the lake to drown. The last thing I can recall before I blacked out was being bit by many gobies. When I came to I was cold, wet and coughing water. Standing in the water beside me was an elderly fellow holding a great big hockey stick. He introduced himself as the Gordon’s fisherman and told me he had saved my life. He asked me what I was and what I was doing in the water. When I told him my story he laughed and said “I know how you feel, I was supposed to be a logo and a mascot for the New York Islanders hockey team but the people on Long Island hated me, so they sent me out to sea”. He then told me to keep my chin up and stick it out for a season or two and if they really don’t like me, I could return to Coon Slug Forest to be with my family again.
http://www.myspace.com/coonslug
So here’s my story because as I mentioned I had to leave Coon Slug Forest for the streets of Buffalo, NY. One day, not to long ago, my family, friends and I were enjoying a nice lazy day in Coon Slug Forest when a stranger dressed in business attire waltzed into our dwelling. He introduced himself as Mr. Quinn and told us that we could call him Larry. He said he had the deal of a lifetime for us that we could not refuse. Larry’s deal was for that one of us Coon Slugs to travel to Buffalo, NY where the fans of the Buffalo Sabres hockey team are in need of new logo and a mascot. In return Mr. Quinn said he would not burn down Coon Slug Forest and told us “see I told you it was something you could not refuse”. All of us Coon Slugs were not amused. He then said that one of us must make it to Buffalo by the start of preseason in the fall or he would burn down the forest anyways. He then left in his private jet.
All of the Coon Slugs in Coon Slug Forest were very scared of Mr. Quinn’s demands. The youngest Coon Slugs were especially scared screaming “please don’t let that man burn down our home”. After a game of Coon Slug Survivor and very much debate on who the Coon Slug clan should choose to go to Buffalo they all chose me. So Momma Wakaluk, Daddy Creighton, Brother Galley and Sister Hannan saw me off at the outskirts of the forest. Daddy Creighton said “do us proud son” Momma Wakaluk said “I love you”, Sister Hannan said “beware of the wild it is full of predators” and Brother Galley said “Hey bro don’t get stepped on or we are all screwed”.
So I hit the path as their send off’s “Good Luck Sluggerud!!” got quieter and quieter. It was no longer than 2 hours later that I found my self lost in the wilderness. I saw many dangerous animals in the wilderness but they left me be. I think it was because they never saw a Coon Slug before and they were the scared ones. I could not find any signs directing me to Buffalo, so I figured I would just use a Coon Slug’s natural instinct for sense of direction. I trudged on and on through the thicket for many days only stopping to eat from time to time.
The more I trudged the colder it became and soon enough I was trudging and slugging through snow. I met up with some penguins and I asked them if they knew the way to Buffalo. They told me I was to far north and that I had to go southeast over the old Smythe Bridge, past d- broken fence and the old Maple tree. They were very helpful for being penguins and all. So I slugged on and made it to drier, warmer ground before my slimly underbelly froze.
Soon enough I slugged upon the Old Smythe Bridge that the penguins had told me about. The humans were out in full force riding bicycles over the bridge so I decided to slug my way up on the bridges ledge to avoid getting run over. Looking down into the water I saw some sharks, a whale and a flaming dragon. The sharks could not speak because they were to busy biting on hockey sticks and the flaming dragon was very elusive, he kept hiding every time I looked at him. The whale did speak to me saying “Hello there strange creature, I am a Canuck my friends call me Willy”. I said “Hello” but before I could tell him anything about me and my mission he swam away screaming “I’m Free, I’m Free”.
So once I made it over the Old Smythe Bridge, I slugged and slugged till I made my way to d- broken fence. When I got there it was raining like a son of a bitch all over the broken fence and the rain had rusted over some oil wells that were nearby. I thought about taking shelter but I kept slugging on because I figured the by chance showers would fizzle out soon and I didn’t want Coon Slug Forest to be burnt to the ground. So I went into hyper Coon Slug mode.
When I made it to the Maple Tree I was exhausted and hungry from slugging so fast. So I decided to rest under the tree and eat some of the blue leafs that fell to the ground. When I tasted them they tasted very bitter and I thought to myself “gee these Maple Leafs Suck” but I feasted on them anyway for stamina. While I was eating the maple leafs I started hallucinating and I thought I saw the mythological legend the Jersey Devil but my little Coon Slug eyes must have deceived me because I saw it only for a second. Then the wind started to blow all the maple leafs around and I thought to myself “them Maple Leafs sure blow”. Off in the distance I saw a sign that read Buffalo city limits so I started slugging because I knew I was close.
When I got to Buffalo I was happy I finally made it but to my surprise the streets were full of protesters chanting “Hell no! The Slug Must Go, Give Us Legs On Our Buffalo!!”. This frightened me and made me fear for my life so I snuck past the angry mob of protesters out of sight, luckily no one saw me. I swear that I saw Mr. Quinn in the crowd but I think maybe them bad Maple Leafs I ate were still playing tricks with my head.
So sad and dejected I slugged my way to this place called the Erie Basin Marina. The people of Buffalo hate me and I did nothing to them but be my own Coon Slug self. I had decided to end it all so I jumped in to the lake to drown. The last thing I can recall before I blacked out was being bit by many gobies. When I came to I was cold, wet and coughing water. Standing in the water beside me was an elderly fellow holding a great big hockey stick. He introduced himself as the Gordon’s fisherman and told me he had saved my life. He asked me what I was and what I was doing in the water. When I told him my story he laughed and said “I know how you feel, I was supposed to be a logo and a mascot for the New York Islanders hockey team but the people on Long Island hated me, so they sent me out to sea”. He then told me to keep my chin up and stick it out for a season or two and if they really don’t like me, I could return to Coon Slug Forest to be with my family again.
http://www.myspace.com/coonslug
Monday, January 22, 2007
Coon Slug Madness in the 716
On my recent trip back to 14224 I noticed that Buffalo and it's surrounding areas have gone absolutely banana slugs for the Sabres new logo!!!
Now I've been out of the area for awhile and did not fully grasp the magnitude of this Coon Slug Madness. Slug magnets, pens, cups, mini jerseys, towels, toothbrush holders and toilet paper....CRAZY!! I think it's wonderful how the region is supporting the team but how many Coon Slugs would we see if the Sabres were bottom feeders in the NHL? I only ask this because it seems it is almost to the point of a fad with how many people are wearing the slug, a fashion trend like peacock bangs, Skidz and Zubas pants.
Wearing my slug appearal makes me feel good I am supporting the team I grew up watching but on the other side of the token when I see teeny boppers, toddlers and soccer moms that don't give a flyin fluff about the team wearing their slugs, well it just makes me feel trendy and I feel like I'm being observed to be a bandwagoner fan.
While I'm on the topic of the fair weather bandwagoneers here's a message to them
Don't boo the team if they have difficulty on a powerplay or two, in fact don't boo a 1st place team at all. This team is probably one of if not the best team Buffalo has ever seen so just because your used to booing the pitiful Buffalo Bills don't boo the Sabres. (most fair weather bandwagoneers are Bills fans that have been disappointed yet another year by Ralph Wilson's poorly run franchise)
I guess there is no solution to feeling trendy but to know your not
Bring back the Goathead for weekend games or something!
Now I've been out of the area for awhile and did not fully grasp the magnitude of this Coon Slug Madness. Slug magnets, pens, cups, mini jerseys, towels, toothbrush holders and toilet paper....CRAZY!! I think it's wonderful how the region is supporting the team but how many Coon Slugs would we see if the Sabres were bottom feeders in the NHL? I only ask this because it seems it is almost to the point of a fad with how many people are wearing the slug, a fashion trend like peacock bangs, Skidz and Zubas pants. Wearing my slug appearal makes me feel good I am supporting the team I grew up watching but on the other side of the token when I see teeny boppers, toddlers and soccer moms that don't give a flyin fluff about the team wearing their slugs, well it just makes me feel trendy and I feel like I'm being observed to be a bandwagoner fan.
While I'm on the topic of the fair weather bandwagoneers here's a message to them
Don't boo the team if they have difficulty on a powerplay or two, in fact don't boo a 1st place team at all. This team is probably one of if not the best team Buffalo has ever seen so just because your used to booing the pitiful Buffalo Bills don't boo the Sabres. (most fair weather bandwagoneers are Bills fans that have been disappointed yet another year by Ralph Wilson's poorly run franchise)
I guess there is no solution to feeling trendy but to know your not
Bring back the Goathead for weekend games or something!
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