DALLAS -- So I guess the Sabres are playing against the Stars tonight. Let me know how it goes. I'll be watching the Giants on the TVs hanging over the press box.
As of now, it's 3-0 Texas after a big homer by Mitch Moreland. You can read all about it on Mike Harrington's live blog over at Inside Pitch. And if for any reason he's checking in on this blog from the baseball game right down the highway -- dude, come on over to American Airlines Center and cover this, and I'll go watch the Giants come back from this early deficit live instead of on TV.
Patrick Lalime is starting in goal for Buffalo. Luke Adam -- recalled because Nathan Gerbe has a fractured jaw that will keep him out indefinitely -- will skate with Paul Gaustad and Patrick Kaleta. Craig Rivet is sitting again.
We've got about 17 minutes till faceoff. Someone text me when the game starts, and call me if the Sabres score or something. Go Giants!
8:08 p.m.: So it sounds like they dropped the puck ...
8:09 p.m.: I predicted last night there'd be about 48 people here, and I just found out why there's about 8,000 -- there are a lot of Sabres fans, and they're already shouting "Let's go, Buffalo." Let's go Giants.
8:12 p.m.: Adam was with Gaustad and Kaleta during the pregame warm-up, but it appears he'll be with Tyler Ennis and Kaleta instead. Gaustad is with Rob Niedermayer and Mike Grier.
8:13 p.m.: Adam's turnover at the Dallas blue line comes as the Sabres were changing defensemen and leads to a too-many-men call with 16:59 to go.
8:17 p.m.: A few skirmishes in the first five minutes, two involving Dallas' Steve Ott, who has gotten tangled with Chris Butler and Steve Montador. Pablo Sandoval only wishes he were hitting as hard as Ott. Do something, Panda.
8:19 p.m.: Patrick Kaleta gives the Stars another a power play with 13:54 left when he takes exception to Brendan Morrow jamming at a covered rebound.
8:20 p.m.: Dallas fans -- like the fans in 28 other NHL arenas -- give a standing ovation as a military member is introduced. The Navy's Michael Strength is the recipient. Buffalo is the only city that doesn't do it.
8:22 p.m.: Shanone Morrisonn goes for interference with 13:09 left, giving Dallas a five-on-three for 1:15.
8:24 p.m.: James Neal scores on the five-on-three with a shot from the right circle with 12:26 left. It's 1-0 Dallas.
8:28 p.m.: Josh Hamilton homers to give Texas a 4-0 lead. Maybe I am at the right game. In this one, Matt Niskanen takes Dallas' first penalty with 9:19 left.
8:32 p.m.: Thomas Vanek cuts the power play 24 seconds short with a cross-check with 7:43 to go.
8:33 p.m.: I kind of like the Rangers this year. My son Ty and I made an 11-day, 4,026-mile journey through the Midwest and one of our six ballgames was at Texas. Cliff Lee pitched a beauty, Hamilton showed why he'll be MVP. Now? I can see them joining the Angels (think 2002), Dodgers and Red Sox on my despised list.
8:38 p.m.: The teams hit the final commercial break with Dallas holding a 1-0 lead with 3:59 to go. Want to know how focused I am on baseball? This is at least the fourth time the Stars Ice Girls have taken the ice and I hadn't noticed till now, and they're normally a big deal since they annually run with Atlanta and Florida in the top three of the NHL. None of them have what it takes to reside in RC Land, though.
8:46 p.m.: The teams hit intermission with Dallas holding a 1-0 lead and 13-7 shot advantage. Still waiting to hear some Foo Fighters over the speakers since one of my top concerts ever was seeing them in this building a few years ago.
9:03 p.m.: And we're off. I wonder if the Sabres had ever allowed five-on-three goals in three straight games before.
9:05 p.m.: And the Giants cut their deficit to 4-1 with a homer!
9:07 p.m.: It's so quiet in here it's almost like being in HSBC Arena.
9:11 p.m.: Well, there is 12:43 left and I haven't written down one note about this period on my notepad. No, it's not because I'm watching baseball (although the Rangers just grounded out to first). It's because nothing has happened except for neutral-zone turnovers. It's still 1-0 Dallas.
9:15 p.m.: Morrow just hit the scoreboard with a clearing attempt. That's noteworthy with 11:07 left.
9:16 p.m.: "Official attendance" is announced at 15,015. My math is terrible, but it certainly ain't that number.
9:22 p.m.: Andres Torres cuts it to 4-2 with a homer! That a boy!
9:27 p.m.: Thanks to Sabres' media information guru Kevin Snow for this: The last time the Sabres allowed five-on-three goals in three straight games was January 19-23, 1977.
9:30 p.m.: Dallas still up, 1-0, with 2:36 to go.
9:31 p.m.: Cody McCormick takes a cross-checking penalty with 2:11 left.
9:33 p.m.: Buster Posey chokes on full count with runner on as the Stars take a 2-0 lead on a power-play goal with 1:40 left. Brad Richards' shot from the point goes in with Morrow and Shaone Morrisonn battling in front. No announcment yet on who scored, Richards or Morrow.
9:35 p.m.: Morrow gets the goal as the teams head to the dressing with Dallas in front, 2-0. Dallas holds a 26-21 shot edge, which seems like a lot but scoring chances have been few.
9:52 p.m.: Well, what fun is a sweep anyway? Let's play five! Yes, you guessed, the stupid Rangers won, 4-2. Puck is set to drop in 29 seconds.
10:01 p.m.: Look for Tyler Myers to be the next player in the press box. He turned the puck over twice on a power play, giving Jamie Benn a breakaway. Lalime stopped him, but Ott swoops in to put the rebound in the empty net with 14:55 to go.
10:11 p.m.: Trevor Daley scores just after a Buffalo penalty ends with 8:25 left. It's 4-0. It's over. Go do something else if you're reading this live.
10:17 p.m.: "The stars at night, are clear and bright, deep in the heart of Texas."
10:18 p.m.: Just had a second to glance at the league standings. It's quite possible the Buffalo Sabres are the worst team in the NHL.
10:23 p.m.: Sent my first-edition story with 6 minutes left, and I'm already regretting throwing a couple of Halloween-related lines in it. But with all the Sabres' giveaways, it was just too easy. There is one minute left, and I'm headed toward the elevator for interviews. There is no comeback coming. Good night from Dallas.