1. The NHL schedule came out today, and while there is nothing particularly interesting to look at there, it is a reminder that hockey will, in fact, return. Maybe it’s just because I’m new at this, but I’ve sort of put hockey in the back of my mind as if it might not ever return. I think it’s a defense mechanism against the offseason. I love seeing a fresh new hockey season on the horizon, but DUDE, the horizon is a hundred years away. It’s at LEAST a hundred years away….possibly more like FIVE hundred years away. In five hundred years I will surely be dead and gone, just a small pile of dust and a few non-biodegradable viola strings. So, you see, it is somewhat torturous to consider the Sabres in mid-July. (Also, how heinous was the lock-out? Did you guys just DIE? Thank GOD I was blissfully unaware of hockey back then.)
On the other hand, there is much to look forward to . I’ll be seeing NHL hockey in at least three cities this season: Buffalo, Dallas and St. Paul (possibly more if I get really motivated. I can kind of envision planning all my vacations around the friends I have in NHL cities. Boston and Philly….I’m looking at you), and I’m bit thrilled by the mere IDEA of a new season, fresh and unblemished. EEEEEEEEEE!!
2. Mike Schopp and the Bulldog were doing some shifty calculations on the radio today estimating that it’s going to be six years before the last people on the waiting list get their season tickets. I’m kind of assuming that I’m DEAD last on the list because everyone keeps talking about the list being a thousand names long, and according to the Sabres email, I’m #1007. Six years is an unacceptable amount of time. I don’t like the WGR math one bit. From now on, I’m only using my Willful Caboose calculator which tells me that the rest of you yahoos are going to cancel your season tickets by the end of August.