1. I’m feeling deep sympathy for long time Bills fans today. Yesterday afternoon I actually wrote a whole blog post joking about how I was feeling really maternal towards broken Bills fans, and how I wanted to cradle all of Western New York to my bosom and gently rock everyone to sleep with reassuring shushes and hopeful promises that someday it will all be okay……but then I listened to WGR for a few minutes at the conclusion of the game, and I heard the callers, and I realized that I do NOT want to rock those drunken angry people to sleep against my bosom, so I axed the entire post. I wish Bills fans all the happiness and peace in the world, but the bosom thing is a definite “no go”.
2. It’s amazing how many shifts in attitude one season of hockey can bring. It’s possible that I was infected with an excess of holiday spirit (I love Thanksgiving), but I enjoyed watching the Sabres as much last week as I have at any point since I became a fan. I absolutely loved watching the Sabres last week. I thought they were scrappy, determined, and all-around appealing.
3. I really, really, really, really, really, hope the Sabres scrap the third jersey “schedule” and just wear them at every home game for the remainder of the season. I’ve written in the past about how I don’t hate the buffaslug, but frankly, now that I’ve seen the new jerseys in action at the arena, I never want to see the team in the slug jerseys again. Ever. From the start, I’ve viewed this whole “updated version of the vintage uniform” scheme with unmasked cynicism. I resent the obvious cash grabbing motivations of the Sabres organization and I have no intentions of buying the new jersey. That said, I was unprepared for how much an attractive jersey would add to my Sabres experience. I think the new sweaters look too dark on television, but in person they are freaking glorious. You may now consider me a convert. The slug has got to go.
4. I’ll be at the game tonight. (Anne save some green cotton candy for me, please.) This will be my seventh game already, which is a signifigant increase from my attendance pace from last season. When I bought all these tickets I wasn’t positive that I’d love such a rigorous game schedule, but I do. I love it. I want season tickets, and I want them bad.