Johnny’s Blog from the Basement to TBN: “It’s ON! Sorta!”
Hey! It’s Saturday! Time to waste my time and yours with some nonsensical drivel. Apologies in advance.
If you’re still reading after that lede, steel yourself – it only gets worse from here.
The fact that it is Saturday means a lot of you readers out there aren’t at work, and thereby aren’t fulfilling that arduous 9-5 grind by reading Sabres blogs. So, I’m not going to waste my time going over the Sabres game tonight, and how their playoff chances can be impacted by the result. Actually, Bucky has a nice column up about that today – although he missed one very important point, which we noted yesterday: the teams ahead of us for 8th are CRAP.
Meanwhile, Mike Harrington put up a read on Tuesday that took a wry little poke at bloggers.
As a veteran who is seventh in the league in faceoff percentage, can kill penalties and play against another team’s top scoring line, Gaustad might rank as one of the better rental players on the market. Basically, his name is everywhere from major media outlets on both sides of the border to Johnny’s Blog from the Basement.
Yea, I know. It wasn’t a snarky kick in the nuts about the work we bloggers put in. It was just a broad statement covering all sources of trade rumors, from the tip to the base of the iceberg. No harm intended, no harm done. It’s not like he called us “venomous.” That oddly misinformed nut-kick opinion was from Bucky:
Black found the people around him to be different than the irate talk-show callers he hears and venomous bloggers he reads who want the roster blown up and everybody fired.
For the record, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Gleason, I do not want to shoot a bazooka into the Sabres locker room, and I do not blog from a basement.
Nope. I don’t even have a basement. I have a crawlspace. (It’s called “check your sources.”) Yea – I blog under the house, with the rats and the squirrels (and the squirrels are nothing to scoff at, starving as they are, this time of the year).
Right now, while the wifey is in the kitchen cooking up some Sloppy Joes for lunch, I’m doing my job down here in the dirt, with skittering varmints in the corner, and all I have for light is this crappy Lowe’s flashlight that I have to keep whacking as it continuously flickers out.
And it is not easy typing with kevlar gloves. Again, those squirrels are nasty. Some might even call them “venomous.”
And they’re waiting for me.
And so are those Sloppy Joes.
So, excuse me while I crawl out of here – hopefully I’ll make it out alive for tonight’s game against the Rangers, where the Sabres will try to keep this
playoff drive #Crapshoot alive.
next post: If we wanted Brad Marchand’s opinion, we’d be Bruins fans