Pre-Game Talk: Sabres @ Jets Tue Dec 14

[WolfHouse]

Oh that’s horrible if he needs surgery, the backlogs are terrible.
That’s going to affect a good outcome.

There’s no backlog when someone making $8 million a year needs surgery

 

[GNP]

Christ, those lines

Connor-Scheifele-Copp
Stastny-Dubois-Ehlers
Harkins-Lowry-Vesalainen
Beaulieu-Toninato-Svechnikov


Hey Maurice
try this!

Stastny-Scheifele-Ehlers
Connor-Dubois-Svechnikov
Harkins-Lowry-Copp
Heinola -Toninato-Vesalainen

I like your lineup SUX way better than Maurices. I would however take out Heinola ( not sold) and replace him with Gustaffson, who in my opinion has very good scoring hands, and from what I hear, is the leading scorer on the Moose. Maurice's lineup just plain out SUX.

 

[GNP]

There’s no backlog when someone making $8 million a year needs surgery

You got that right - "money talks."

 

[surixon]

There’s no backlog when someone making $8 million a year needs surgery

Yup he will likely be shipped to an expert surgeon in the US who will do the procedure if needed.

 

[Gotaf7]

Oh that’s horrible if he needs surgery, the backlogs are terrible.
That’s going to affect a good outcome.

If Wheeler needs surgery he will not be waiting in queue for it to happen.

 

[JetsFan815]

Yup he will likely be shipped to an expert surgeon in the US who will do the procedure if needed.

Yeah US healthcare system is very flawed but one of its plus points is easy access to specialists (if you have health insurance). When I was living there I was shocked when I had to see a specialist and called to set up an appointment fully expecting a minimum 30 day wait time only to have the appointment setup for the following afternoon and I am was an average dude let alone a multimillionaire.

 

[tbcwpg]

He will still play Beaulieu over the call up

Nothing says "Oops, my bad, I rushed to judgment" better than doubling down

 

[Pandemonia]

I promised Guffman and the Dude an update on the skating party last Saturday night. The evening started well but soon went downhill. But let me stress two things: first, the Forks is a cool place and it is amazing to be on the river after dark; second, I have a whole new appreciation for the skating ability of NHL players.

The evening was perfect, not too cold and very festive. There were 7 of us, 4m and 3f which are always good odds. Someone passed out coffees which were at least half Bailey’s and then…. I stepped onto the river.

Oh. My. God. Was I ever pathetic! It was like I’d forgotten everything I ever learned about skating. I must have fallen at least a hundred times! Even Bambi wasn’t this inept on ice. I tried blaming the skates they gave me. At first, everyone was laughing and enjoying my mishaps but I think it got old in a hurry. And it turns out that leggings and thongs offer very little protection when falling on ice so 48 hours later my best feature is covered in purple and yellow bruises that are painful to the touch.

Because of Covid, the after party was held at someone’s apartment which reeked of cigarette smoke. Then one of the three I hadn’t met before told me I looked just like a current TV commercial; my friends all agreed and said they’d often thought so but I always denied it. That just made me more ticked off. Within an hour my eyes were red and tearing and my nose was stuffed up. (As opposed to the first part of the evening when my nose was constantly running.) I excused myself early and came home, only to find my roommate was entertaining a friend in her room which isn’t exactly sound-proofed. So, not a great evening overall, made even worse by an even louder reprise next morning. (Cf my earlier post about men’s daily cycles.)

Granted, I wasn’t exactly a brilliant figure skater in my teens but I can’t believe how difficult ice skating has become for me. And this morning when I watched the hockey highlights I almost choked on my toast. I’m enthralled at how they swoop and turn and accelerate and look so freaking graceful. And they can stop, too! (I mostly relied on a new friend to stop me, who didn’t seem to mind even when I knocked him over.)

From this day forward, whenever I have the urge to criticize a hockey player, I promise to take a deep breath and remember last Saturday. The way even an average NHL player skates is astounding and I’m going to stop taking their prowess for granted. I am in nothing short of awe at the skating abilities of all NHL players.

(Except Auston Matthews. He’s still a little puke.)

 

[Guffman]

I promised Guffman and the Dude an update on the skating party last Saturday night. The evening started well but soon went downhill. But let me stress two things: first, the Forks is a cool place and it is amazing to be on the river after dark; second, I have a whole new appreciation for the skating ability of NHL players.

The evening was perfect, not too cold and very festive. There were 7 of us, 4m and 3f which are always good odds. Someone passed out coffees which were at least half Bailey’s and then…. I stepped onto the river.

Oh. My. God. Was I ever pathetic! It was like I’d forgotten everything I ever learned about skating. I must have fallen at least a hundred times! Even Bambi wasn’t this inept on ice. I tried blaming the skates they gave me. At first, everyone was laughing and enjoying my mishaps but I think it got old in a hurry. And it turns out that leggings and thongs offer very little protection when falling on ice so 48 hours later my best feature is covered in purple and yellow bruises that are painful to the touch.

Because of Covid, the after party was held at someone’s apartment which reeked of cigarette smoke. Then one of the three I hadn’t met before told me I looked just like a current TV commercial; my friends all agreed and said they’d often thought so but I always denied it. That just made me more ticked off. Within an hour my eyes were red and tearing and my nose was stuffed up. (As opposed to the first part of the evening when my nose was constantly running.) I excused myself early and came home, only to find my roommate was entertaining a friend in her room which isn’t exactly sound-proofed. So, not a great evening overall, made even worse by an even louder reprise next morning. (Cf my earlier post about men’s daily cycles.)

Granted, I wasn’t exactly a brilliant figure skater in my teens but I can’t believe how difficult ice skating has become for me. And this morning when I watched the hockey highlights I almost choked on my toast. I’m enthralled at how they swoop and turn and accelerate and look so freaking graceful. And they can stop, too! (I mostly relied on a new friend to stop me, who didn’t seem to mind even when I knocked him over.)

From this day forward, whenever I have the urge to criticize a hockey player, I promise to take a deep breath and remember last Saturday. The way even an average NHL player skates is astounding and I’m going to stop taking their prowess for granted. I am in nothing short of awe at the skating abilities of all NHL players.

(Except Auston Matthews. He’s still a little puke.)

Yes, but did you move your feet? You forget, didn’t you?

 

[Jets 31]

I promised Guffman and the Dude an update on the skating party last Saturday night. The evening started well but soon went downhill. But let me stress two things: first, the Forks is a cool place and it is amazing to be on the river after dark; second, I have a whole new appreciation for the skating ability of NHL players.

The evening was perfect, not too cold and very festive. There were 7 of us, 4m and 3f which are always good odds. Someone passed out coffees which were at least half Bailey’s and then…. I stepped onto the river.

Oh. My. God. Was I ever pathetic! It was like I’d forgotten everything I ever learned about skating. I must have fallen at least a hundred times! Even Bambi wasn’t this inept on ice. I tried blaming the skates they gave me. At first, everyone was laughing and enjoying my mishaps but I think it got old in a hurry. And it turns out that leggings and thongs offer very little protection when falling on ice so 48 hours later my best feature is covered in purple and yellow bruises that are painful to the touch.

Because of Covid, the after party was held at someone’s apartment which reeked of cigarette smoke. Then one of the three I hadn’t met before told me I looked just like a current TV commercial; my friends all agreed and said they’d often thought so but I always denied it. That just made me more ticked off. Within an hour my eyes were red and tearing and my nose was stuffed up. (As opposed to the first part of the evening when my nose was constantly running.) I excused myself early and came home, only to find my roommate was entertaining a friend in her room which isn’t exactly sound-proofed. So, not a great evening overall, made even worse by an even louder reprise next morning. (Cf my earlier post about men’s daily cycles.)

Granted, I wasn’t exactly a brilliant figure skater in my teens but I can’t believe how difficult ice skating has become for me. And this morning when I watched the hockey highlights I almost choked on my toast. I’m enthralled at how they swoop and turn and accelerate and look so freaking graceful. And they can stop, too! (I mostly relied on a new friend to stop me, who didn’t seem to mind even when I knocked him over.)

From this day forward, whenever I have the urge to criticize a hockey player, I promise to take a deep breath and remember last Saturday. The way even an average NHL player skates is astounding and I’m going to stop taking their prowess for granted. I am in nothing short of awe at the skating abilities of all NHL players.

(Except Auston Matthews. He’s still a little puke.)

Good for you to go and give it a try, yes skating is very hard i think that's why i became a goalie. Do you want to tell us what the commercial is? I promise i won't post it as a gif . And yes stopping can also be hard even if you are a good skater.