I Love You, Frank.

I haven't posted in forever because I'm incredibly lazy. I don't remember beer totals from the last post - just know it was MANY.

Random Devils highlights from the past month:

-Discovering how to sneak in booze to the Rock with regularity and confidence.
-Mixing said booze (Captain Morgan) with Boylan's root beer to make DELICIOUS for less than the cost of two game beers.
-Anything involving Saint Patrick's Day 2009. Watching history with a packed house of red jerseys was one of the best nights of my life, and a real highlight in a year of really shitty nights for me, on a personal level.
-Joining a singalong of "It's a Small World After All" and other Mickey Mouse jams with several thousand people who enjoy fucking with Wayne Gretzky.
-Spotting an emo kid with a headband in the crowd who didn't wait for a stoppage to leave our section. "Emo McEnroe" needs to be a fixture in my vernacular for as long as possible.
-The episode of Voices with Doc Emerick. Good stuff.

Lowlights:
-Breaking Gina's shoe.
-Days when I'm not at hockey games.

This losing streak sucks ass, but I really think they can come out of it, and learn from last year. The team is much better equipped to deal with a snag like this. If not, it's hello, Mets, in more ways than one...

He's Back!

I'll post later with the booze tally. It was intense.

FASHION!

So of COURSE the one game where we bring a crew of about ten people is the one where the Devils inexplicably give it up to a (not AS lousy as usual but still pretty damn) lousy LA Kings. The refs did their part, I believe, but whatever. They got their revenge on my insane and constant yelling by using witchcraft to turn the subsequent sore throat into a full-blown cold that has kept me home from tonight's game against the Rangers.

Saturday Booze Tally

Pre-game:
Tall boy of Bud
3 Yuenglings
3 shots of Jim Beam

Game:
1 tall can of Heineken
1 or 2 Bass (I forget, let's say 2)

Post-game:
God only knows, I was out with friends until 4AM.

The Devils really need to win tonight. I'm on my mom's couch, convalescing with my Parise shirt (AAAAAH! PARISEEEEEE!) and Rangers Vacuum hat. Let's go Devils!

REally?

Ha ha, Ottawa's silly. Trying to win a hockey game? Stupid.

Puckstopolous

The game against Montreal Wednesday night was pretty amazing. the Rock was pretty packed for a Wednesday night game against NOT THE RANGERS, and the crowd was into it. Everyone was happy to see Shanahan in red, and the resentment of the Habs bullshit All Star selections was pretty widespread. I tried to get an "ALLLLLLL STARRRRRRRRS" chant going in the last two minutes, with middling success.

After every goal scored on Carey Price: "The Price is WRONG, bitch!"

Tony Goomba policed the section when some rowdy drunken assholes started shit with some Habs fans. It was pretty cool, but once security came over, it got to be pretty drawn out. Hilariously, after security left, NJ Devil and a camera guy came over to just incite drunken stupidity all over again.

The big thing for me was showing up an hour early, and sober. I had become a jinx this season, and have found that the people who would yell "BROOKLYN!" upon seeing me now just flat-out boo. The Devils have gone 4-6 when I've been in attendance, with most of those losses coming in recent weeks, when I would pre-game in NYC and show up to games late. So I sat in section 209 for an hour by myself and abstained from touching a drop of booze, and the Devils won 5-2. CURSE REVERSED!

Also, being sober at hockey games is just as fun as being a drunken mess! WHO KNEW?!?

The All-Star game was pure boredom to me, but the skills competition was pretty neat this year. Too bad VS/the NHL couldn't keep cameras on anything...

Huzzuh?

Whu? Urzuht? Oh, the Devils played the Islanders. Wake me when they trade Comrie. I need to be up on my Lizzie McGuire jokes. Back to bed.

Nobody Cares About Ohio

The Devils beat the Columbus America Bugs in a game where they sucked ass for the first forty minutes. They were pretty bad but woke up and got some very lucky chances in the third. I spent most of the game reading up on The Gaslight Anthem. It was a wise move.

I'm looking forward to seeing Shanahan in a Devils jersey in person for the first time in my life this Wednesday.

Observations I made live from the couch:

Doc: "Shouldn't give Devils fans any fuel, but Don Koharski once, after working for the [whatever, I don't care league] and before he got called up to the NHL, worked as a milkman, the guy who delivered your milk."
Chico: "Well, we know he likes donuts."

Hey, Mike Motteau's a -1 so far. Thanks, dick.

Mike Commodore seems like a pretty cool guy.
Editorial note: That's an insightful comment, huh? By 'cool', I mean 'he seems like he'll hide your gun for you while you escape to Canada'. That Sarah Jessica Parker wasn't going to kill herself, you know.

Devils are playing like shit. No shots up close except for Rupp and Holik.

KING OF THE WRAPAROUNDS! "Doc, I like wraps...chicken wraps, sandwich wraps...David Clarkson like rubber wraps."

Chico: "Modin broke his stick again, this time on the faceoff...he's gotta ask for a little more thickness on his shaft."
Doc: "Bobby Holik can tell him what he needs...wood!"

Madden never looks anything but furious or detached and annoyed. HOLY SHIT HE JUST SMILED, the second I typed that! I seriously don't think I've seen that in years. he's a bit fucking frightening, frankly, sort of like the metal detector commercials MSG+ insists on airing. Tips for finding treasure? Recession OVER.