81. Buffal – Wait, Who The Hell Still Plays For Buffalo?

Seriously, after Miller and Ott were traded who the hell still plays for Buffalo? John Scott – although one can argue that what he does out there isn’t really considered hockey. I mean, yeah – they’re playing for the basement and the Bruins are playing for April 15th (which I believe is the start of the playoffs). These last two games man, such a grind. I’m glad they’re afternoon games. Get them over with.

Bring these last two games out back and Old Yeller them right in the fucking face.

Maybe if Buffalo didn’t look like a giant bird we would accept it. My biggest worry about this game is that John Scott tries to kill someone on the ice. He may also eat them. I’m not saying John Scott is a cannibal, I’m just saying I’ve never not seen him eat people. Imagine if Scott lines up someone like Krejci or Eriksson (again) or Patrice? Oh Patrice, my sweet Patrice.

One could say that Buffalo would get the ultimate revenge.

Of course nothing will happen but the Bruins will lose 2-1 because Brian Flynn or someone will score a goal with 90 seconds left in the third period and the Boston media will tell us “HEY ITS OKAY, THERE’S NOTHING TO SEE HERE!”

Despite who the Bruins are playing, if this late period goal trend continues – it has to be a concern.

I don’t know what else you would want? Troll the Sabres? Been there, done that.

Break down the game? Eh – the Sabres suck.

Actual analysis?

Team DOY is gearing up for a hopeful deep playoff run.

Projected Lines

Milan Lucic – David Krejci – Jarome Iginla
Brad Marchand – Patrice Bergeron – Reilly Smith
Ryan Spooner – Carl Soderberg – Loui Eriksson
Shawn Thornton – Greg Campbell – Dan Paille

Dougie Hamilton – Zdeno Chara
Andrej Meszaros – Johnny Boychuk
Kevan Miller – Torey Krug

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