Sunday night after the game I couldn’t resist, and I bought this sweatshirt in the Sabres shop. I’ve been wearing it all day long, and with every passing hour my love for my new zip-up hoodie deepens. You know how some stuff just grows on you until you suddenly can’t believe you ever considered your life full and happy without it? That’s how it’s been with this sweatshirt today.
In the year and a half since I became a Sabres fan, I have purchased almost no Sabres gear. I don’t naturally gravitate towards logo-ed apparel*, and jerseys just don’t light my fire, so resisting the call of Sabres merchandise has been quite easy. (Please don’t misunderstand me. I think YOU look extremely foxy in your Sabres jersey. Extremely foxy. I just don’t like wearing them myself.) Add all that to the fact that the Sabres logo is a weird little yellow smear, and I just haven’t been inclined to buy Sabres stuff.
This sweatshirt is the first Sabres item that made me think, “I really HAVE to have that.” Shockingly, my favorite feature of the sweatshirt is the little slug on the upper left arm. Part of my problem with the Sabres jersey (on me) is that I hate having a gargantuan slug galloping across my boobs, but in a smaller size on my arm, I find him quite charming! I don’t know why I never noticed him before. It’s like I suddenly woke up and realized I’m in love with my best friend.
He’s been here all along.
Listen, I’ll be as glad as the next Sabres fan when the organization phases out the slug and returns to the glorious vintage jerseys, but I do have some affection for the slug. Sure, he’s homely, but he represents one of my favorite things in the world, and that makes me almost kind of like him. At the game on Sunday I was trying to explain my non-hatred of the slug to Heather and she said, “Well, that makes sense. You’re a slug-era fan,” and it’s true, I really am. To me the slug represents the giddy joy of discovering hockey. People are speculating that the new third jersey is the beginning of the end of the slug, and so I’m going to try to enjoy the little fella while I can.
*I honestly don’t think there is a sweatshirt in the world that could have convinced me to buy something adorned with the old goat head logo. That guy was hideous.