WASTE.

Wow.
What a waste of 82 + 7 games.
3-2 lead with ONE minute left in the third and we let them score 2.
That's fantastic.
Eric Staal, I have not only lost all of my love for you but I wholeheartedly wish bad things on you and your brothers.
You like Timmy Gleason's dick (Though he was the one who made that 'ON-HIS-KNEES' pass...surprising, eh?), Cam Ward's a Nazi and BabSUCK kills puppies.
Any questions? Why don't you ask your coach; Hitler.

Wasted playoff beards.
Wasted towels.
Wasted effort.
Wasted angst.
We lost Salvy and injured Jamie.
Shanny took a puck to the mouth and spit gallons of blood.
Zachy took a stick to the face and split his cheek open.
Salvy took a puck to the face and kept playing.
We tried so hard all season long,
We even made it past MB30's injury.
Whatever.
Wasted.
The Devils will always be my team, no matter what.
Next year, boys. Next year.

1. KEVIN WEEKES.
5. COLIN WHITE.
6. ANDY GREENE.
7. PAUL MARTIN.
8. DAINIUS ZUBRUS.
9. ZACH PARISE.
11. JOHN MADDEN.
12. BRIAN ROLSTON.
14. BRIAN GIONTA.
15. JAMIE LANGENBRUNNER. “C”
16. BOBBY HOLIK.
17. MIKE RUPP.
18. BRENDAN SHANNAHAN.
19. TRAVIS ZAJAC.
20. JAY PANDOLFO.
23. DAVID CLARKSON.
24. BRYCE SALVADOR.
26. PATRIK ELIAS.
27. MIKE MOTTAU.
28. NICLAS HAVELID.
29. JOHNNY ODUYA.
30. MARTIN BRODEUR.

Great season.
Good series.
Amazing players.
Bad luck.
Awful timing.

Don’t feel sad, Jamie.
Everyone in New Jersey feels the same way.
And we still love you.
All of you.

"Yeah, when you put it in story form, it really does sound bad."

Some funny events happened this last week. They might be 'you-had-to-be-there' moments but regardless, I want to blog them because it's 86 degrees in my house and we're out of microwavable Bagel Bites so I have the freaking OVEN on to bake chicken-strips.

Anyways, I was at the movies with my fellow bloggers, Sam and Christopher to see 'Obsessed' on Saturday (For the record, despite the prescene of super-actress, Ali Larter, the movie sucked and isn't woth the 8$ I spent on a ticket, the 5$ on the MEGA-soda and the 2$ I spent on Guitar Hero and Air Hockey). During the previews, they were advertising for some new movie that I don't rember the name of. The green screen came up saying 'The following movie is rated PG-13 for sexual content and language'. Jokingly, I remarked 'Wow, that's a good movie already'. As if scripted for an amusing joke, the words 'STARRING; KATHERINE HEIGL' flashed across the big screen, followed by a clip of the actress. I sighed loudly as Sam and Christopher burst into hysterics. I love my friends.

Also, during today's lunch period, my good buddy Drew sat next to me, plopping his bagged lunch on the table.

"Dude," He said. "When I was leaving gym today, there were these two really hot chicks in the hallway and they were holding hands and touching each others legs! It was amazing!"

"That's nice, man." I said as he gave me the Chocolate Drizzled Rice Krispy Treat from his bag. "But I really don't care about two chicks you saw." I took a bite of the awesome snack that Drew had given me. Rice Kispy Treats are fantastic.

"DUDE!" He yelled, "THEY WERE HOT LESBIANS! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY EXISTED IN REAL LIFE!!" I sighed.

"Classy, man." I said, slapping him upside the head.

"What was I supposed to do?! They were walking in front of me!"

"Cover your eyes?" I suggested.

"HELL NO!"

When mild-mannered, all-too-innocent, super-sweet, never-ever-makes-inappropriate-remarks Jimmy came over to our table, Drew explained the story to him. After a long pause, Jimmy nodded.

"I thought they only existed in fairy tales."

I love my friends.
Even the idiots.
They're all idiots.

Devils Poetry.

MB30 is fantastic,
Marty's simply automatic,
Greenie's beard is kind of spastic,
But Clarky scored and that is TACTIC!

MB30 plays it cool,
And Eric Staal looks a fool,
Cam Ward just got schooled,
And Babchuk's scratched 'cause he's a tool.

Shanny's beard is looking grey,
But we still love him anyway.
Clarky hasn't fought today,
And that 'Cane ruined Mike Rupp's break away.

I like that we're having some good luck,
Cane's wish they hadn't scratched Babchuk,
Gio falls down and gets stuck,
The crowd just whistled 'Rangers Suck'.

Colin White got a penalty,
Which doesn't seem real fair to me.
Eric Staal is mad whiny,
But a great save #30.

2nd period comes to an end.
Can we win it? Yes we can.
We scored 1 goal; let's score 10!
Eric Staal is not our friend.

Game 5

Just some quick things to say;
1. Jamie Langenbrunner...COME BACK.
2. If anyone so much as pokes MB30, I WANT TO SEE A PENALTY.
3. Carolina scratched Babcuk? (Babchuck? Babsuck? I don't know how to spell it)
4. I want to see Johnny Madden punch Eric Staal in the throat.
5. I want to see David Clarky step on Cam Ward's head.
6. Welcome back, Andy Greene!
7. Brian Rolston is not a great replacement for Captain Langs.
8. Show more of Johnny Oduya's epic playoff beard.
9. Someone give Zachy Boy some steroids so he can grow a beard. He looks 10.
10. RANGERS SUCK. (I just heard the whistle ^__^)

That is all.
I'm TiVoing the game so I can watch 'Grey's Anatomy' at 9:00.
Go Devils.

RANT.

Alright, so apparently the Carolina Hurricanes fans and officials are too busy having sex with their first cousins and drinking Budweiser and watching NASCAR to understand the rules of hockey. SO TO THE 'CANES OFFICIALS; WHEN THE GAME IS TIED 3-3 (after the Devils worked so freaking hard to tie it up, mind you.) AND THERE IS 0.5 SECONDS LEFT AND SOMEONE NAILS YOUR GOALIE (GOALIE INTERFERENCE, you assholes) AND THE 'CANES SCORE WITH 0.2 SECONDS LEFT IN THE GAME, IT IS NOT A GOAL. Seriously? Do you not understand the sport you play and officiate or are you just really, really fucking retarded? I've never seen Martin Brodeur be so angry, nor have I really seen anyone so angry (except for maybe every hockey fan in New Jersey who simultaneously wished death upon everyone in Raleigh) in my entire life. If you manage to piss off the calm, cool and collective Martin Brodeur, you screwed up.

Also, you unclassy, redneck, abomination Hurricane 'fans' who decided to throw shit at Martin Brodeur as he left the ice, just hang yourself. You're a disgrace to the game of hockey and you are just a waste of life. No one loves you and if I ever meet you in person, I will pull out your eyes and make you eat them. Learn to have some class and some respect, you queers.

As for the officials and refs, you are an even bigger disgrace to the game of hockey and you make all of us in New Jersey sick. You can't call worth shit, you don't understand the rules of the game and you can't even perform SIMPLE TASKS that your job requires. Really? Everyone in North and South Carolina can suck it because the boys in black and red will be back Thursday to kick your sorry asses and make you wish you didn't get the 6th seed.

Devils;

Dearest Devils,
EPIC!!
Thank you, David Clarkson.
We tied it up.
Please score; I hate playoff OT.
LOVE YOU!!

- Kristyn.

Devils @ Hurricanes 4/19/09

7:30 – A glimpse of Captain Langs leaving the bench in one of the clips on the recap. No footage of the injury though.

7:32 - A clip of Jamie taking a slap shot. That’s the injury? WTF Jamie.

7:35 – Hurricanes fans are freakin’ loud. Shut up. You don’t even have ice in Carolina! (thank you drunk Devils fan from Friday).

7:39 – A little girl is singing the National Anthem. Somehow, I really could care less about a little Canes fan! Boo you, child!

7:40 – The puck drops in Raleigh! Also, Jay Pando’s got a nice playoff beard going.

7:41 – The Hurricane fans are annoying me. We’re only 75 seconds in and I think they oughta shut the hell up. Oh, yes, playoffs make me bitter.

7:41 – Brian Gionta takes a sharp angle shot from the middle of nowhere. He made that exact same shot five times on Friday. Also, the new ZZPOP line is out. It’s kind of ZZROL now since it’s Rolston instead of Pop Langs.

7:43 – Rolston fires one. Misses. The puck comes back down to MB30. A scary wrap-around attempt ensues but thanks to the 35 Devils that seem to be standing in front of the net stop it.

7:44 – Mike Rupp; another one sporting some playoff stubble.

7:45 – ‘Canes fans go wild over NOTHING. They think it’s a penalty so they cheer. How gay.

7:46 – MB30! Now that’s how you stop a puck! Why don’t you do that more often?!

7:47 – You know, normally, when I have my head down and looking at the screen, the crowd is helpful because they cheer at approptiate times, like when there’s a breakaway or a fight or something. But with this bunch of retards, it’s like ‘YAAAYY! CANES BREAK AWAY!. YAAAY!! ERIC STAAL’S SHOOTING! YAAAY ERIC’S DRINKING WATER!!! YAAY, I SEE A BUG!!’

7:48 – ZACHARY PARISE! 3rd goal of the playoffs! Jeez, man.

7:49 – BOO! CANES, YOU SUCK! 1-1.

7:51 – Brian NotSoGiant-a tries to play defense but gets twisted like a mini-pretzel.

7:52 – The Hurricanes announcer is louder than the Devils one.

7:53 – Is anyone else sick of the ‘Technologic’ commercial for Lincoln?

7:56 – Babchuck takes a shot. OHSHIT. Bryce Salvador is down…a lot of blood. Puck to the face? SHIT. BAD. NOT GOOD. He isn’t getting up…oh, Lord. Never ever good. Bryce is not leaving. He is on the bench, towel to the face, rocking back in forth in pain but staying in. God, I love him.

8:01 – Johnny Oduya (my favorite playoff beard from last year) takes a one-timer. Misses wide. Takes a second try. Cam Ward, you suck. More shots. Lots of shots actually. 50 seconds…hurry, Devils. Hugely open net shot but no one there to take it, since it’s a rebound.

8:02 – Staal boy toe-drags and makes an attempt but shoots too high. SIGHS. Power play (the four-minute one) is over.

8:03 – You have no idea how much I want to stuff those playoff towels down the throats of all those Canes fans.

8:07 – A fight that could’ve been. My favorite little pest David Clarkson and some random Cane jackass corner each other but don’t drop the gloves fast enough and it’s broken up by the refs.

8:10 – Penalty to Rob Brinda’gay. Hooking. Silly Cane.

8:12 – That’s right Devils…keep letting the Canes clear it out. I’m sure the puck will send itself into the net.

8:14 – I don’t understand it. We are a good team but as soon as we go on the Power Play, we turn into a bunch of incompetent baboons on ice skates! MB30 ends up playing the puck for 80% of the PP because all they do is clear it out,

8:16 – GIO!! LITTLE GIONTA SCORES WITH 8.6 SECONDS LEFT IN THE PERIOD! WHO SAID ONLY BIG GUYS SCORE?!

8:17 – And the first period ends. Ha, sure shut up those jerkface Canes fans!

8:35 – We’re back. Mad Dog takes a penalty. Failure.

8:38 – Mike Mottau gets crunched.

8:43 – Paul Martin’s a fast skater, despite the fact that he got splattered.

8:47 – Dainius Zubrus gets a penalty because pretty boy Staal punched him in the face. That makes sense.

8:48 – Thank you frantic, make-shift, totally spazzy, completely unorganized Devils defense.

8:52 – Stuff happens. I’m not really sure what, though.

8:54 – Bobby Holik gets a penalty. Boo. Why does he do things like this?

8:58 – Keep it up, MB30.

8:58 – DAMN YOU, PENALTIES. Paul Martin takes a penalty. 5-on-3. GULP.

9:02 – AGGGGGHHHH!!! 2-2.

9:06 – PP. PP. PP. PP = LOVE. (And our very unorganized power play).

9:10 – Staal VS MB30. They both take penalties.

9:13 – Period 2 over. Be back in 17 minutes.

9:32 – And we’re back.

9:34 – Staal and Zubrus are released from their pens.

9:35 – Colin White hits Staal boy in his head. xD

9:36 – I’m getting a little anxious with this game.

9:38 – A ‘Cane loses his edge and wipes out so Johnny O does what he’s supposed to and pokes him and the ribs a dozen times with his stick.

9:40 – Holy mother of God that was close. The Canes almost made it 3-2 but luckily, their rebound retrieval skills are worse than ours.

9:40 – GIONTA, STOP WITH THE SHARP-ANGLE SHOTS. You can score straight on, bud.

9:45 – SIGH. Colin White. Roughing.

9:47 – Save by MB30. Sigh. I really don’t want to do overtime again.

9:51 – Bleh.

9:56 – Just BLEH. Frantic hockey. We just hurt a Cane, too.

9:57 – Bryce Salvador is still a badass. Took a puck to the face (or a stick?) and played through the pain. Love him.

10:03 – Sheesh, almost got the go-ahead goal there but MB30 has us saved.

10:05 – MSG turns gay and freezes.

10:07 – AGH. The stress and the suspense and the chaos is killing me.

10:09 – Overtime…time.

10:29 – TRAAAAVISSS ZAAAJAACCC!! DEVILS WIN!! ZACH PARISE DOES HIS NORMAL JUMPY HUG ON ZAJAC AND THE TEAM GOES CRAZY, SHUTTING UP THOSE ANNOYING CAROLINA FANS!! FINAL SCORE: 3-2. NOW WE LEAD THE SERIES 2-1!

Jamie Langenbrunner to miss two games.

Not only will Jamie not be playing in the the netxt two games (at least!), he didn't even travel to Raleigh with the team! So there is zero chance of seeing #15 until the team returns to Newark later this week. Apparently, Captain will be sitting it out due to a 'lower groin injury'. Is Jamie now Patrik Elias and no one told us? Jeez, I was at the game where this freak accident occoured and honestly, Langs just left the ice in period 2, seemingly unharmed, and never came back. Grr, this is the playoffs, damn it! Slap a Bandaid on it and get back here! Unless you're like Jay Pandolfo last season and pulled a testicular ligmient (ouch?), I don't want to hear any crap about a lower groin injury! Get back to our team ASAP!!

Come Back Soon, Jamie!

Ok so as you all know, oh who am I kidding as Kristyn and Chris already know our captain Jamie Langenbrunner will not be playing tonight and possibly more games to come, due to a lower groin injury. All of the very necessary and obvious Kristyn- Jamie jokes aside she really didn’t sneak out mid 2nd period and ‘hurt’ Jamie, even though that’s the story I’m standing by. It’s not like I was able to see exactly what happened because MSG+ decided to be an asshole and freeze the whole second period and 5 minutes of the 3rd. All I heard was “ and it looks like # 15 wont be coming back to finish the game” I’m sure Chico was busy watching a ping pong game or eating meat loaf; that’s usually what he does instead of his job. Anyways about 10 minutes into the game Zach Parise scored on Cam Ward and it was ruled as high sticking, therefore no goal. Literally about 7 seconds later little Zachy retaliated and scored on Ward again, assisted by Paul Martin and Patrik Elias. The Dev’s first and sadly only goal of the evening. I also know that Colin White had a penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct. I blame Timmy Gleason he provoked him. I was very confused when I saw Cam Ward push Zajac, then grab his leg, somehow I don’t think Travis should have had a goalie interference penalty followed by a hooking penalty. I don‘t have that good of an attention span but I do know 19 minutes in Eric Staal scored on Marty tying the game up.- This is when MSG+ decided it was going to die on every Devils fan watching Game 2 so I’m not entirely sure what happened. Poor Jamie =[ Zubrus got a penalty for interference in the third period, im not sure what happened though. Zubrus’ pants are distracting. Finally in OT Hurricane’s Tim Gleason scored the wining goal… His only goal of the whole season, wow Brodeur. In his defense though he did have 8 players, granted they were mostly Devils but still he was under attack and at hey at least he tried!I suck at writing about hockey, I just figured I try it, next time I’ll just stick to reading Kristyn’s blog so now for some pictures because that’s something I am good at! :D










im not sure why i put a picture of brodeur on here, but it's ok[:

Devils Playoffs.

I shall be attending Friday night's New Jersey Devils playoff Game 2. YAY!! And, I think we might be driving there instead of taking the train! Double yay!! I don't like the train; it smells funny, the bathrooms are un-use-able and Mexican ladies sleep in the seats next to you. So on Friday, I get to see my team play the Carolina Hurricanes.

Am I worried about the Devils playing the 'Canes? A little. I mean, a few months ago, I wouldn't have been worried. Martin Brodeur's back and that should mean that we'd be in the clear, but Scott Clemmensen was a savior. He made saves like you wouldn't believe and that's after we dragged him up from the minor leagues to save us when Marty went down. I'm not saying he was an invincible, undefeated superhero, but...

Uh, yeah.

Still, I was comfortable with Clemmers in net. I love Martin Brodeur like every other Devils fan does but sometimes, I get a little nervous.

I like the playoffs. I like the energy. I like saying 'Rock Your Red'; it's fun. I like watching other playoff games too. Speaking of, here are the other playoff matchups;

(1) Boston Bruins vs. (8) Montreal Canadiens.
[Okay, imagine a furry little bunny rabbit trying to fight a big, blood-thirsty yeti...]

(2) Washington Capitals vs. (7) New York Rangers.
[Imagine the greatest goal-scorer of all time shooting against an awful goalie.]


(3) New Jersey Devils vs. (6) Carolina Hurricanes.
[Imagine a scary matchup.]

(4) Pittsburgh Penguins vs. (5) Philadelphia Flyers.
[Imagine two teams that no one cares about.]

(1) San Jose Sharks vs. (8) Anaheim Ducks.
[Imagine that same blood-thirsty yeti, only now it's fighting an actual duck.]

(2) Detroit Redwings vs. (7) Columbus Blue Jackets.
[Imagine the Stanley Cup Champions playing one of the worst teams ever.]

(3) Vancouver Canucks vs. (6) St. Louis Blues.
[I'm too in shock over the fact that the Blues and the Jackets made the playoffs to imagine anything!]

(4) Chicago Blackhawks vs. (5) Calgary Flames.
[Imagine one of the hottest guys in the world playing Canada's 2nd worst team.]

So there you are, the 2008-2009 Stanley Cup Playoffs. It's pretty much what you'd expect minus the feakin' Blue Jackets and the Blues.

Anyways, I really hope that the Devils make it past Round 1. I mean after last years awful defeat at the hands of the Gay-ngers, the term 'New Jersey Deviled' was created. (Why does everything I love get turned to a verb? You can get 'New Jersey Deviled' and 'Dixie Chicked'!) But besides the fact that Kevin Weekes is unavaible to us (not that it really matters. Sorry K-dog), we've got a pretty competent roster. Except for the fact that we haven't been playing Bobby Holik and Colin White, we've got some muscle in Mike Rupp and Bryce Salvador, we've got offense in (obviously) Zach Parise and Jamie Langenbrunner and we have defensive skill in Paul Martin and the new guy Niclas Havelid. And if MB30 would pull his head out of his ass, we'd have the best goal tender in the history of the world.

And so it begins on Wednesday the 15th. The quest for the Cup begins again. What are my goals for the Devils this playoff season? I've only got three;
1. Make it past the first round.
2. Jamie Langs scoring some goals.
3. Beating the pretty out of Eric Staal. (I do love him but I want to wipe that goal scoring smirk off of his hot little face.)

Rock Your Red.
It's playoff season.

WWNMD?

When I was five years old, I wanted to be just like Natalie Maines. I wanted my hair cut like hers was, I wanted to sing like her, I wanted to wear the same clothes that she wore in the 'Goodbye Earl' music video, I even wanted my name to be changed to Natalie. I spent my kindergarten days singing songs that I probably didn't know the meaning of while most of my friends played with dolls and toy cars.

In 2000, she chopped off all her beautiful blonde hair and decided to go punk rock (at least in the hairstyle aspect of it). Even then, I wanted to do it. I wanted to spike my hair because Natalie did and six-year-old Kristyn wanted to be Natalie. In first grade, my two favorite songs were 'You Were Mine' and 'Loving Arms'. I thought the song 'Hello Mr. Heartache' was 'Hello Mr. Hard Egg' and I thought the line 'I've been too long in the wind and too long in the rain' (from 'Loving Arms') was completely literal and that I should maybe buy Natalie an umbrella so she wouldn't be sad.

In 2003, hell broke loose. On March 10th, Natalie addressed a crowd at Shepherd's Bush Empire in London. She said;

"Just so you know, we're on the good side with ya'll. We do not want this war and this violence. And we're ashamed that the President of the United States was from Texas."

March 10th, also known as the day before we invaded Iraq, would be the infamous date of 'the comment'.

The Top of the World tour had just begun; actually, the March 10th show was the first of the tour. My mother had bid on four tickets to the concert at Madison Square Garden in New York. We were going to go. As you could imagine, this was eight-year-old Kristyn's dream come true. 5 seconds left in the auction on eBay.

Four seconds.
Three seconds.
Two seconds.
'We're sorry; you've been outbid by User: LauraKee.'
One second.
Auction closed.

I cried. We didn't get to see the Top of the World Tour. Apparently, it wouldn't have mattered if we had bought the tickets or not.

A few nights later, I couldn't sleep very well. My room, the one I shared with my, at the time, five-year-old sister, was dark and boring and the living room seemed more fun seeing as my dad's friend was over. I came out and sat on the couch next to my mother who was talking about something that mustn't have been interesting for a child of eight. Finally, I said "Mommy, can we get new 'Chicks tickets?" My mother looked up at my father's friend who had scoffed.

"The Chicks are in a little bit of trouble, sweetheart." He said, plainly. I looked up at my mother.

"Yeah, they said that they didn't like the President." My mother replied, nodding.

"Oh," I said. I made my voice sound shocked and maybe a little offended because I could tell that my parents and my father's friend wanted me to. I could sense that I was supposed to be upset. Something about their voices sounded angry and I was pretty sure that they expected me to be angry too. "So?" I was only eight years old and frankly, I didn't care what they said; they were 'the Chicks'. They were the coolest people alive. They were superheroes.

I wasn't allowed to listen to the Dixie Chicks in the house for a while. This made me mad. I told my gymnastics teacher that 'mommy and daddy wouldn't let me listen to any music in the house anymore'. I think she questioned my mother about the remark because the car ride home consisted of her explaining to me why it's wrong to tell people that she banned all music from our household. Oh, well, I thought, why does it matter?

In 2006, Taking The Long Way, was released. Some of the songs were angry, some happy. Some were of lost friendships, some were of love. All of them were simply amazing. They won five Grammys that year, a complete sweep with a win for every nomination. It want double-platinum and went to the top of all the charts. It really was no surprise.

What is a surprise, though, is that some people are still pissed off about 'the comment'. Alright, I have really had it with people. They really do think that they are truly tough and intellectual as they sit in the glow of their computer screen, threatening and insulting three talented and intelligent women who will never read their opinions nor will they ever care. These redneck, incompetent, Republicans who need spell-check to proofread a ten-line bit of hate mail think that their opinions really do matter. Well to all of the haters out there, I just have one thing to say; kill yourself.

And, finally.

Natalie decided, again, to chop off all of her hair.

Speaking as someone who clearly is fond of Ms. Maines, I mean this 100% respectfully; who the hell cares? Why is that news?! She did it 10 years ago, also! We know she can pull off the short-hair deal. Okay, we get it already! I've spent like two weeks on TMZ and random blogs cursing off people who feel the need to insult Natalie! I know, some people are still seriously pissed off. I get it, alright? But to say that you hope the reason she cut off her hair is because she has cancer? Fucking excuse me? I will kill you. If someone ever said that, out loud, in person, and I was standing anywhere remotely near them, I would, quite simply, destroy them.

Natalie Louise Maines Pasdar has been my idol since I was five years old. She is the only person to whom I have ever looked up to. She has been the one person who I've always looked at like they could do no wrong. I don't know why I've always felt this strongly about her but ever since I can imagine, I've wanted to grow up to be just like Natalie. To hear people insult that one person, to read the words and to hear the death threats in footage from 2003 just makes me sick. Never before have I been filled with such rage and disgust in my entire life than when I read and see these things before me. These three girls have changed my life with their courage and their music and to hear people try to tear them down just breaks my heart. It is sickening.

Natalie Maines will always be the most talented, beautiful, successful, inspirational person in the entire world to me. Deep down, I am still that five year old kid who wants to be just Natalie. I don't care what she does or says; Natalie Maines will always be my hero.

Letters To The Devils Volume II

Dearest Patrik Elias,

Please come back soon.
We got beaten by a team who's mascot is a plant.
Zachy Parise misses you.
Kevin Weekes needs you to kiss his boo-boos better.
Martin Brodeur needs someone to tell him that they'll still love him no matter what.
Jamie Langenbrunner needs someone to hug when he scores.
Chico needs someone to eat with.
Brent Sutter needs someone to tell him to take a deep breath and count to ten before yelling at the referee.
We all need someone who DOESN'T SUCK AT HOCKEY.
So please return to the Devils line up before the playoffs begin.

Thank you.
Love,
Kristyn.

P.S. Brian Gionta is sorry he made fun of your accent. Please return his step-stool to his locker immediately. He cannot reach the top shelf where his helmet is located.

What, no applause? Hmph, fine, be that way.

It's 'cause I'm neon white, right? Oh well, you're stuck with me. I'm the second writer of this here blog, and probably will barely post anything up on it. But when I do, it's fun for all! All being myself, Kristyn, and the two other people who read this! I'm currently involved in a lot of other media stuff, like making videogames and writing scripts for internet shows (I'm one of those internet fads I hate!), which is my excuse for not helping people! But if I do something of mediocre importance, I'll let you know! So pray to the blog god of OMGsus that I actually update every so often, and if you haven't laughed at one thing in this short, short post, well then screw you, I have cinnamon rolls....with milk!

LAST ONE - I PROMISE!

Dear Jamie Langenbrunner,
Do me?
Or just score more goals.
THANK YOU <3333333333
Love x10,000,000
Kristyn.

3-1
We still be losing but it's okay. Because I love him and he's a hero.

Two posts in one day? WTF.

Uh, yeah. This is post number two for today. That's not a sign of a thriving social life, I tell you. But...since my friends just ditched me on the phone (like seriously Sam, if you're going to bounce, that's fine. Just tell me why, dang it!) and so I am here.

Also, wow. The Devils are just playing like absolute crap. Yes, the TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS are beating us 3-0 right now. No, you didn't read that wrong; the freakin' LEAFS. You know, the Leafs. The team that hasn't been to the playoffs in 200 years. Not to mention the fact that one of their players just scored their first NHL goal against us. How sad is that? AND they tried to maim little tiny Brian Gionta! Oh yes! They hit him in the eye. Blood galore. I was afraid he'd be returning to us with an eye-patch or a seeing-eye-Devil! Jeez. Leave it to the Devils to make it to the playoffs then enter a serious SUCK PATCH a week before they begin.

Dear Devils,
Please stop sucking, 'kay?
Like EPIC FAIL, MUCH?!
Lovelovelove,
Kristyn<3

...

Dear Kristyn,
Aha No.
;D
We 'gon keep suckin.
'kay bye.
XOXO
The Sucky Devils.

...

Dear Brian Gionta,
Are you okay?!
Love<3,

...

Dearest Kristyn,
OW MY EYE!
NOW I BLIND & SHORT!
LOVE,
Gio.

...

Dear Brian Rolston,
Did you seriously just take a penalty?
H8 x100!
No love for you!
Kristyn.

...

Dearest Kristyn,
^__^
PWNAGE.
DN'T EVR B ALNE!
Love Forever and Always,
Brian Rolston XOXOXO <3<3

April showers bring...screw it, I hate April.

Ah, yes. Last April my best friend's father died and one of my closest female friends began to have some sort of uber-crush on my other close female friend. And people wonder why I don't like April? Probably because I was a thirteen year old kid dealing with a lot of problems at once, problems most thirteen year old kids don't deal with. Yesterday, April 6th, was one year since I had actually met my best friend's father. He took my best friend, her brother and I to a Devils game up in Newark. He was a Rangers fan. Of course it was a Devils/Rangers game. It was also the last regular season Devils/Rangers game of the season. We had also been 0-9 that year against the Rangers. The Devils won in a shootout and it was an amazing end to a kinda overall crappy season. It was actually a great day. Then, on April 15th, my best friend's dad died. Nothing was the same again.

That was April.

Now it's April again and my head is spinning. I like blogs for this reason. It's a good way to vent. I need to vent. I don't like to complain to my friends so I like having a blank slate to go to. Even though no one reads this, I still feel better when I rant. Anyways, this April seems to be a lot better, just for the fact that it can't really get worse. I am not even friends with the above mentioned best friend anymore. As far as the female friend who liked the other female friend...well...that problem still persists but it's less of a shock and more of a part of life now. You just kinda deal. And I'm getting a 'B' in Math (Curse my inability to do multiplication.) And a 'C' in Science. (Damn you, planets and rocks and molecules and stuff!) Also, the Devils play the Leafs tonight. (Evil Canada!) And the chronic-stomachaches are back. (Gah! Damn you, intestines!)

Oh, and one more thing, Jamie Langenbrunner made the Olympic Team USA Men's Hockey Team. <3<3 Patty Kane, too. <3. Go hockey. Boo April.