Not surprisingly, I saw none of this last night.
Living in the tri-state area, I don't get many chances to see my "beloved" Sabres play live, so when the opportunity arises, I usually jump on it. When I lived among the five boroughs of NYC, it was usually just for Ranger games at the Garden, and occasionally a road trip out to Nassau or the Meadowlands. However, since becoming the only member of the Deeg to move over the water to Hoboken, NJ, the trip to Newark for Devils games has become much easier. So on Wednesday night, accompanied by the Scizzette's father (a Devils fan), I ventured out to see the Sabres play live for the first time this season.
These are my observations from the game. I have not looked at any stat lines, read any recaps, watched highlights, or even discussed the game with any members of the blogopolis. This is what I saw and the thoughts that followed. You forget how different it is watching live when you don't get many opportunities to do so. Also, I had a lot to drink last night, so some of my recollections are a bit fuzzy. Actually, I remember very little of the so-called "important hockey details". That's what happens when you have a Peroni, Sixpoint Smoked Baltic Porter, Sixpoint Diesel, Coney Island Mermaid Pilsner, two large Stella's, a Ramstein wheat beer, and finally an Elmer T. Lee bourbon as a nightcap. Thank God for Barcade's
meat and cheese plate, otherwise I might not be standing right now. Blogger row credentials, here I come!
Yup. That's an own goal. Well done, Charles.
For an unusually contemplative guy, the holidays tend to give me even more time to sit and ponder certain points of interest in my life. With so much time spent caring too much about sport, while finding a scarcity of ways to explain such to my loved ones who could basically give a shit, it's been a weird week or so of sport consumption for the Barrister. Snippets here and there. Highlights on the phone or iPad. Subtle or not-so-subtle twitter check-ins on my lap during a delicious meal. Uneasy looks from the Missus as she no doubt wonders why she was so thoroughly duped into marrying me.
(Ed. note #1 from the Scizz: Leave your theories in the comments!)
If my family didn't think I was utterly pathetic before, they sure do now. (which is why they think I'm working on real jobby job stuff right now, rather than typing up a frivolous blog post...)
Happy Holidays everybody. I hope your days have been fun and fulfilling this week. Maybe time with your family gave you the rejuvenation you needed, or perhaps Santa, Hanukah Harry or Krampus the Christmas demon
got you everything you wanted. Either way, it's nice to unwind after the busy days of December and look forward to basketball, hockey, and of course, to the Bills not playing and thus ripping our collective hearts out for nine months. (Ed. Note from Barrister: Don't forget about the draft! That'll be killer!
With that, I felt the need to share some thoughts I've had over the last few days, and wanted to start out with one of the most awesome, yet unexpected gifts that I've ever received. That would be....
Buffalo sports fans this holiday season....
Ah yes, the holiday season is among us. There is no way better to celebrate the reason for the season, than to download our first ever holiday episode and listen to the lunatic ravings of spurred Buffalo fans. Sidenote: We had some recording issues during the first segment of the cast, as you will hear in the intro. The Scizz did his best to fix it up, but the first 10 minutes are a lil rough and may feature a lot of off mic-ish Barrister. So be prepared, but stick around because the rest is classic Deeg, especially the last 15.
You folks should know the drill by now. We return to BEAST editorial to get drunk and record a bunch of stuff that most of us forget about by the next morning. We spread joy by talking the biggest Buffalo letdowns in our sad lives. Seriously, we really jumped on the cheer train this week. We also watch a little of the Sabres/Sens game live, talk holiday plans and gift giving, pimp our twitter handles, release Christmas cheer farts, rip into known shithead Bucky Gleason (among others), and even end the cast with a little holiday sing-a-long. The Apologist also urges all of us to stop....apologizing?
You may also notice that the Yachtsman is absent for the 2nd straight episode, so tweet him @Y_vo
and give him shit for it. Like real jobs are supposed to matter over the Deeg?!?. Musical interludes include Jurassic Five, Run DMC, and a great, cheesy cover by indie band Army Navy. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all that other good stuff from Dear God, Why Us? Sports. Cheers.
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We assume these cookies taste like defeat.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
It must be fate, this weird and coincidental tendency of the universe to shit all over the teams I love, particularly at the very moment my interest is piqued and begins to peak (homophones stand up!!).
Yesterday, looking at the dearth of content for the site during the week ahead - what with the shit sandwiches that are our Buffalo Sabres and Buffalo Bills - I thought it best to talk about my beloved Liverpool, trolling Fulham fans be damned. Certainly, the squad looks (or looked, until yesterday) like it could challenge for a top 4 spot, and I think the fanbase should be allowed to briefly revel in the joys of recent victories and the hope of victories to come. It's almost Christmas, after all, and I wanted - at the very least - to see the team storm strong towards a second half of the season which inspires hope, rather than misery and dread.
Which isn't to say that I won't touch on some happy-ish things later in this post. Just I have something to get off my chest first.
As some of you may have heard through the twitter grapevine (twapevine?), the Yachtsman and myself have decided to start a basketball only, bi-weekly spinoff podcast from the ever-not-so legendary CrapTastiCast. We felt we needed another platform to fairly discuss all the NBA and general b-ball news that give us both joy and aneurysm inducing rage storms. Ok, maybe the rage storms are just for me, but I digress.
The CrapTastiCast is always aimed more towards the Buffalo sports fan in us, but in all fairness, every member of the Deeg loves them some b-ball, and we never get much time to chat about it. Furthermore, the feedback that we have received from some fans of the podcast is pretty clear: "We don't care about the NBA". And this of course is fair, as plenty of Buffalonians never got into the great league that the NBA has become. However, we still love it, AND we know of plenty of other fans of the Deeg who also love the minions of Stern. Wait, was that racist? Shit. Anyways...
Let's face it. We're all fed up with the Bills. I can't remember the last time I talked to any kind of Bills fan who was still interested in the remainder of the regular season.
So when drawing my Dudespiration (do somethin') for this week's preview, I thought of one of my top five moments when the Dude lands in the office of the Malibu Police Chief
("A real reactionary").
Because honestly, I want to say this to the Bills right now...
[Precursor disclaimer of sorts: I have struggled with whether writing this post is appropriate for DGWUSports (what with our insistence on dick and fart jokes and offensive humor of all stripes), whether I have anything of value to say (what with the general agreement that I am, indeed, an idiot), and whether the value of whatever I can say about this story is worth the potential backlash and confusion and little shitstorms that might come my way (what with our communal inability to process issues of race with any shred of civility...but more on that below).
I don't know everything, and despite the impression you may take from my overzealous and wordy stab at this topic, I'm not pretending to be any final arbiter of race and language and morality. These are my opinions, and mine alone, and are presented here as a mere contribution to a greater conversation that is ongoing and needs to continue in the wake of stories like the one coming out of Ken East.]
Now that my ass hath been sufficiently covered - I hope - some facts, briefly, free of links and such, since I trust that you already know about this story and/or know about Google.
First fact: this post will have little to do with sports. I hope you read it anyway.
You don't drive a Subaru, do you Jerry?
I really like Jerry Sullivan. I may be the only one in the Buffalo blogotwatosphere aside from noted contrarians Beechsack, 3rd Man In, and/or Matt Stewart (of course, knowing them, they'll nay me on that ... contrarians unite!) who does. When looking at Sullivan, I can't look at him in a vacuum, but rather look at him as compared to his columnal colleagues Sal "I can't believe this guy has authored 17 books" Maiorana, Bucky "I am why newspapers are dying" Gleason, and John "Don't let me date your daughter" Vogl. So whenever Sully comes out with a truly great column (like his once a year NBA column that I'm sure he has to fight the News editorial staff to write) I trumpet it to the rooftops ... and by trumpeting I may deign to throw him a retweet or tell one friend.
But, alas, all's fair in poorly written internet blogging. So when Sullivan writes a column like "Bills' questions outnumber answers", I feel the need to give it the old DGWUS send-up.
The Barrister and Scizz AFTER things already got weird.
The CrapTastiCast has another home to record from! With Megsie gallivanting around Berlin at the moment, the Deeg needed to record another podcast, and the shitty sound quality from my computer on ep. 19 is no longer a legit option, so the Scizzette came to the rescue! From her office, BEAST editorial in Union Square, we drank mucho cervezas, used hand held mics, and talked out of our collectives asses about things we know little to nothing about.
Topics covered include Marshawn Lynch's driving ability and love for guns and drugs, Naaman Roosevet's rap group, the Sabres losing at home AGAIN, the Apologist's likeness to a Newsie's extra, NHL realignment, the return of the NBA, Shanahan's suckitude, tradable players, and more 80's television references! We also take comments from twitter for the first time, and surprise, we fuck it up badly.
I'd also like to apologize for the Chris Paul trade talk, since we acted as if the trade had already gone through. This was before that asshole David Stern blocked a legit trade that every team was happy with. Idiot. Songs from the podcast come from the repertoires of Mos Def, The Black Keys, and....Christian Bale?
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I know Batman and Crutchy, but I'm not sure which one is the Apologist.