X. Benedict

No kidding. Wow.

Enroth is most of the reason, the other half is how many shots the Habs missed the net on. I haven't checked the line scores, but the Habs looked like they easily missed 25 shots.

Although I'd like to be excited about the win, I think we played better periods than the third last night. How the team got out of Montreal with a win is a mystery to me. Glad the streak is over.

I doubled my pile of stuff that goes to the Goodwill.

that bastage. The kids, man, the kids.

Kids these days, they think they need both eyes. - Willlie O'Ree (not that he really said this, I always thought it was an amazing story)

True motivator.

I'm betting the house the Sabres win. The house. Bank it. Well maybe not the house. Maybe......I'll bet the pile of stuff that goes to the Goodwill. Yeah. I'm betting a pile of stuff I'd give to the Goodwill anyway that Sabres will win.

I wouldn't relegate anyone until the trade deadline. Trades will be made and competition for the Shart will heat up.

And then there is Ron Wilson and Randy Carlyle on record saying chubby cheeks and Dion are un-coachable.

Kessel has a contract that makes interest prohibitive for most teams.

Can we trade Rob Ray for this dude?

jeopardy Olympic version.

Remember when many were here were hoping the 2009-10 team would lose in the first round of the playoffs. That was a 100 point team that won the division. I think hoping this train-wreck yields some fruit is forgivable.

I do.

I'm tired. I can't believe I'm watching a rerun of the same bad movie for the 13th time.

You know you're right.

Assuming Rob Ray reads at all.

I will try. It is a soulless, dirty business we are in. Trying to remain a loyal fan. "We should not pour muck on ourselves." - Comrade Brezhnev

Ahh, the good looking one.

I'm really conflicted too. I've never actually wanted the team to lose, ever.

I am personally placing a hundred-dollar bounty on the head of Craig Mactavish. He's the GM and chief punk on that Deadmonton team.

Getcha bags out fans! Getcha bags out!! :bag: :bag: :bag: :bag: :bag: :bag: :bag:

Branagh. Definitely Branagh.

Murray V (Standing on a table at the 716 after a few Amber Pops) Murray: What’s he that wishes so? My cousin, Nolan? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark’d to tank, we are enow To do our teams loss; and if to live we live to draft, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Kim Pegula's eyetooth, I am not covetous for 9th place, Nor care I if the league board of governors makes rule changes so I can't do this again ; It yearns me not if men wallow in crested Sabres shame; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet McEichel, I am the most offending soul alive! No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Buffalo! Christ on a bike! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, you dumbasses, through my host Pegula, That he which hath no stomach for this Shart; Let him depart; his waiver shall be made , And we'll waive his sorry ass and his purse; We would not tank in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to tank with us. This day is call’d the Feast of Shart! He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d, And rouse him at the name of McDavid...(or at least Eichel). He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say “To-morrow is Saint McEichel!.” Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say “These wounds I had on McEichel’s day.” Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that season. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Enroth the Goalie, Hodgson and Stafford, What's his name on defense? and Strachan, Weber and Benoit- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And McEichel or shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in Buffalo now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here in 2015, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon winning the Shart!