All day long I’ve been trying to think of a funny angle for a post about the hockey game train wreck last night. I’m sorry to let you down, but I’ve got nothing, people. Last season, at the peak of my frustration, I constructed the Sabres Meditation, which I still think is pretty funny and mostly applicable. If you are in desperate need of a lighthearted pick-me-up, I suggest you start there.
Otherwise, I invite you to join me in sputtering outrage. Truthfully, I’ve enjoyed being massively unimpressed and pissed off with the Sabres today. It’s been surprisingly cathartic to just go ahead and hate them. For the last year and a half I’ve been drinking the as-soon-as-they-start-sticking-to-the-system-everything-will-fall-into-place kool aid, and suddenly I’m rebelling. Eff the system. I don’t think they CAN stick to the system, because they suck.
This feels like that moment after a breakup when you suddenly realize that although your ex-boyfriend has good qualities, he’s also a bit of an ass, and you shift from being bummed to being really psyched to be rid of him.
(Until tomorrow when I have to go to the game. Ew.)