Well that sucked.
A week after the season for all intents and purposes ended in front of me, sipping a beer at Bar Louie as one of Darcy Regier’s “big” acquisitions went all Steve Montador on Philly’s Matt Read, there’s still not much more to say about the season, other than it sucked.
Well maybe that’s not entirely true. I’m not going to get into the typical shit that seems to get dragged up every season that ends in disappointment: the fact that Vanek was hurt (although seriously, would sitting him for three weeks in February have been any worse than having a ghost on the ice every game?), the fact that Lindy Ruff might be stale, or the fact that the core is soft. Frankly by this point, I’m ambivalent. I’m like one of the residents of “South Park” getting asked about their (possibly) racist town flag. They respond robotically “I think it is part of history. I think it is racist.” Well, same sentiment for whatever debate The Buffalo News and WGR have suckered some of the less free-thinking individuals into. I think Lindy Ruff has been tuned out. I think he had done well with the talent he was given in past years. I think the core is soft. I think the core has scored big goals in the past. I think Derek Roy blows. Actually, yeah fuck Derek Roy. And Brad Boyes too. And fuck a lot of things.
(You know the scene of Waiting where the new kid points to Dane Cook’s character at the party and growls “you are the biggest piece of shit at this restaurant. And I hope you burn in hell.” Well that’s me on Boyes after he scored his second goal in the only completely meaningless game of the season. With that off my chest, moving on.)