Hm. That was not a very good game. There was so much wrong with that game that I don’t really know what was wrong, so I will refrain from analysis. Needless to say, all of the Sabres are fired.
Damn it. It had to be Ottawa.
Unlike 75% of the arena, Robin and I stayed until the dreary end. I believe the score was 5-0 when I turned to Robin and announced that I wanted to stay until the end of the game, no matter what. Once you’ve made that type of commitment to a reeeally crappy game, it begins to take on a slap happy tone. Both goals were surprisingly enjoyable considering all hope was lost. When the score was 5-0 we decided that we would lower our standards, and leave happy as long as the Sabres lost by 4 goals or less. We treated that game like a dimwitted child. “Oh, LOOK! You tied your shoe all by yourself! You scored a 5-on-3 goal! YAY! You’re SUCH a smart boy good hockey team!” Then we’d do some exaggerated, condescending cheering. Sometimes you have to make your own fun.
I’ve been to a lot of crappy games, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Sabres down by such a wide margin. I took careful note of the fans around me, and I believe that the people who stay until the end of a game like that fall into one of three categories:
1. Children. Kids don’t really seem to care about the score. As the crowd thinned, the chances of getting up onto the scoreboard increased dramatically, which was a dream scenario for kids. I can see how parents of perfectly happy children wouldn’t neccessarily rush to get them out the door just because the Sabres were getting their asses handed to them. I also imagine children are like dogs in that it’s good to get them totally tired out before taking them home. Might as well get your money’s worth out of that ticket.
2. Drunks. I don’t usually drink at Sabres games, but I’ve noticed that QUITE a few Buffalonians tip back a Blue Light or two seven. A lot of these people stayed late into the game. On the way home Robin and I were discussing our plans to drink some big beers at the next game. Enough of this Diet Coke bullhonkey.
3. Sarcastic Cheerers. Drunks can also be a part of this category, and this is definitely where Robin and I fell tonight. Perhaps this is just because I’m a relatively inexperienced game goer, but I think cheering sarcastically is pretty funny. The dude behind us tried to start a “ZERO…..we want ONE!” cheer, which I thought was enjoyable. I myself became somewhat preoccupied with calculating the rate at which the Sabres would need to score in order to tie the game. “Alright! If you score ONE GOAL PER MINUTE for the next FOUR minutes, you’re RIGHT BACK IN THIS GAME!”
All in all, that game sucked, but I had fun. (You’re still all fired, Sabres.)