Sunday, February 17, 2008

Balls Of Steel

First of all, I'd like to apologize for causing what seemed like an absolutely horrendous game against the Rangers yesterday. A few days ago I decided to see if maybe the Magic of the Jersey could only be unleashed by actually wearing it during the game. It seemed logical, and it was easy enough to pull it on before I went to bed (it's so comfy!) and wake up to the outcome of the game. This strategy rewarded me with two consecutive wins against the Senators and the Leafs. Furthermore, my prediction for a 20th goal achieved via hat trick totally came true! Just for the wrong player. (Looks like the Magic Jersey's nationality locater needs a little recalibrating, as it overshot "German" by a hair and hit "Austrian" instead. Should be a quick fix.) Then the schedule pulled a fast one on me yesterday, as the game was during the evening here instead of the middle of the night. That meant I forgot to put the jersey on at the proper time, and that apparently flipped the Sabres' Suck Switch. So, uh, sorry. My bad.

But I'm not writing to focus on the painful experiences of this game, abundant though they may have been. Instead I want to bring to everyone's attention something undeniably awesome about yesterday's game. Allow me to introduce my sister. Usually she goes by Meghan, but for today you can call her "Balls of Steel":

Nice to see someone brought their A-game yesterday.

Balls of Steel recently moved from Buffalo down to New York City (the traitor), and she'd been eagerly awaiting this game since getting her tickets back in November. That's right, she went into Madison Square Garden, den of some of the league's un-friendliest fans ready and waiting with Drury-related quips and Upstate-related trash-talk, wearing a shirt covered in tiny, girly jewels. It may as well have had "Puckbunny" bedazzled on it, for all the uninformed eye could tell. That, my friends, takes balls of steel. And all in the name of an inside joke that will never die. I sure do appreciate it, Balls of Steel, because you gave me one hell of a laugh this morning. My hat is off to you, and, hey, you didn't happen to make one of those for me, too, did you?

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pass out. With the Yo-Yo sweater on, of course, since we've proven once and for all that everything goes to shit when I don't.

Go Sabres!

3 comments:

Unknown said...

why did you have to ruin the surprise. I was going to have mom send it to you after I finished bedazzling it this week.

But I guess I can just send it.

Email me your address.... fun ruiner.


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we all made shirts by the way.... and one of them said "Chris Drury eats his boogers."

It was fabulous. And after the 3rd goal Rachel and I decided to drink as many $8 beers as was humanly possible. I made it to 3. Needless to say yesterday is some what of a blur. But even thought we lost.... it was so much fun. Because I was watching live hockey again! And really it was comical... it all felt like a bad bad joke. Hahaha. Thanks for the shout out... but I would wear that shirt into the depths of hell... AKA any canadian hockey arena. Kisses.

M.J. said...

That shirt is the reason they created the word "wicked". Two very enthusiastic thumbs up!!

Heather B. said...

That shirt. is. awesome. Kudos to you, Meghan!