Here’s what Christa had to say about the Bruins after they lost to the Sabres 7-1 on Tuesday night:
“Someone kill me. please. anyone at all, just kill me. kick me in the face and then kill me. spare me this searing, endless pain.”
HBs to you
I’d like to wish my gordon and my gina happy birthdays today. they both turn 25 today. haha you wish gina.
anyway, they’re both celebrating their births, so yay for them.
coming soon: more birthdays. so many people, all over the world, having those birthdays. It’s like such the hip thing to do lately.
in: birthdays
five minutes ago: births
out: sex
help this effing team already.
Here is what Dave Lewis had to say about the Bruins after they lost to the motherscratching Rangers last night.
The only good thing from tonight was that we continued to grind it out,” said Lewis. “I don’t think we had any quit in us.
“We played hard and we kept going after them.
“(But) you can’t give up six goals and expect to win any hockey game,” he said.
Really? Really, Dave Lewis? That’s what you have to say? Those are your words of wisdom and explanation? Don’t you think you owe us fans a little more than hot air blown up our asses?
I don’t know what freaking game he was at last night, but it certainly couldn’t have been the same game I watched. It’s not just the goals you let in, it’s also the goals you don’t score. It’s all the work you aren’t doing AWAY from the puck. All the dumping and no retrieving. All the mistakes and bad choices.
They didn’t grind or play hard the whole game! What the fuck is he talking about? I saw sloppy play, lackluster skating, no hustle, boneheaded passes, poor stick work. I saw nothing he described. If the B’s work hard and play the way they are supposed to, they won’t lose games like they have been, and they certainly wouldn’t lose 6-1 to the Rangers, at home. God. It’s pathetic.
I wonder what the hell Dave Lewis is thinking. Whatever tactic he’s working, I wish I knew. But it’s failing, I know that much at least. Unless his tactic is failure. Then I guess he’s a great success.
FUCK. fuck fuck fuck. It makes me sick. I invest too much into this lousy team, I know. I know. But I can’t help it. Every night I sit down to watch the Bruins, I get so excited. I’m practically bouncing out of my skin. I watch the puck drop in giddy anticipation, positive that tonight, tonight will be the night they erase all the other nights, tonight is the night the bruins give us the love we deserve, give us what we know they’re capable of. It rarely happens and most nights, for all our hope, all we get back is heartache and frustration. And I walk away shaking my head, promising to never watch those bastards again.
Only there I am the next night, poised and ready for the jubilation of a winning team, the previous night’s disappointment dulled by my love for all things Bruins. I bring it on myself, I know, but what the hell is wrong with that team? Why can’t they just get it together? It makes me crazy.
Is there anyone who understands my pain? Anyone at all?
the song remains the same
I am only about 30 years late getting to the table, but it’s finally happened. Led Zeppelin has consumed my heart. It was bound to happen.
It’s a double-edged sword, though, loving that band. Look at their catalog. It’s practically bottomless. There’s no beginning, no end. Just dive right in and start swimming.