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Contract year for Stafford. Contract.

No way. His offensive production offsets everything else. Right?

They look deflated.

Most of the forward line refuses to try and go to the net. Perimeter shots and dump ins.

Foligno would have had an easy goal if he didn't skate like his feet were made of cement.

Which isn't saying much. At all. To say Tim's and Dunkin have "donuts" is an offense to real donuts...doughnuts.

This could help set records in the CHL.

Props to Neuvirth who was definitely playing to win today.

Let's play "what will Paul Hamilton ask Nolan after the game?" My guess is "what did you say to the guys after the second intermission? The play in the third was much different than the first two periods...what did you say to get them to pick up their play?" "Mark me, thou shall bear witness to a tender disappearing..."

Someone needs to school Stewart on the concept of low percentage shots.

"Zeus becried: 'dost the floodgates fling wide open? Behold! Slam shut they upon your sweating steeds!'..."

"Alack, indeed, naive..."

"Nigh the third stanza, which upon the blind Fates place the burden of success, remains to unfold. Doth thine characters prevail? Forsooth, forsooth forsooth..." Shakespeare confuses spell check. Alack!

"Indeed, yonder warriors of frozen lacquer, besieged ye tenderest of booty tenders, merely twelve and less than a score. Impressive, t'is, like seeds growing alone hillside..."

Only 12 shots against, and no score, near the end of the second is definitely some sort of improvement.

"Perish the opening stanza, for which both squads come nowhere n'ere their objectives. The ###### crows next upon the heap of manly measures..." Seriously, c.o.c.k. is censored?

What if Rob Ray tried to enhance his commentary by studying Shakespeare over the summer? "Ye Sabres doth maketh the play a fairly honorable effort..." "Fie! Verily the projectile was placed higher toward the Moon, the Sun shineth its rays gently t'ward the coming days..."

Stewart...Stewart...

If the Sabres were any other team that would have been a penalty.

One of the better camera angles in the league.

Sick with the flu. How does this help? Juicy sneezes.

You've been busted by the P.C. Police. Hope you sleep better now that your mind was set right, and you saw a "fight" by Myers. Goal! Only a matter of time when you have negative offense.

The Hodgson line displaying the hockey IQ of a fruit fly.

He didn't stop to fix the pleats in his dress, even though it was swishing around excessively.

Yikes. Little man takes down da big man.