The Good News
It’s always fun to sit around ragging on the Sabres with Heather B. I bought green cotton candy from Anne, and after the game, we met the fabulous S.A.M. I can’t believe I lived in Buffalo for six years before I ever went to a hockey game. Redonk!
The Bad News
Are we sure the Sabres aren’t undead?
The Sabres had one of their zombie games. They were not totally horrible (well, Crunchy kind of was), but they didn’t seem to have any usable life force. Next time I go to a game I’m going to hold a mirror underneath Ales Kotalik’s nose, just to make sure he’s actually breathing. I suspect that at least HALF the team has a body temperature of 68 degrees (that’s a normal zombie temperature, FYI) and I’m concerned that if nothing is done, they will infect the living. Soon, Goose and the rest of the grinders will be infected, and then it will spread across the city, and Buffalo will have to be quarantined.
I don’t want to be a zombie.
The Incredibly Bad News
Once we’re all zombies, the Sabres are going to finish in tenth place again.