Day Four at Apple Hill is the last taste of relaxation before everything gets all topsy-turvy and busy. Until today I’ve just been rehearsing with the other faculty in preparation for our concert on Tuesday, but tomorrow the coaching begins.
So, in celebration of my soon-to-be-over freedom, I drove into town to sit around in Brewbakers for a few hours.
I was cruising around on the interwebs when I made a shocking discovery. Today is the 10 year anniversary of No Goal! Ten years ago I was living in Philadelphia (dude, it’s crazy that that was ten years ago), and I had never seen a hockey game in my life, so the No Goal anniversary has no particular emotional significance to me personally.
But, I imagine some of my Sabres-loving brothers and sisters look upon the event with a frown in their heart, so, in an effort to cheer you up, I will now make an embarrassing No Goal-related confession for your amusement.
Reason #48,937 that Katebits is a num-num
I first saw the famous picture of “No Goal” when I got really into the Sabres in 2007.
It burns! It burns!
I read the story about Hull’s skate in the crease, and of the grave injustice, and learned that Lindy rose to (nearly invincible) power in the aftermath by dubbing the play, “No Goal”.
“It’s a TRAVESTY!” I declared.
The thing is though, while I was perfectly willing to hop aboard the “BUFFALO HAS BEEN ROBBED” train, I didn’t really understand how Buffalo had been robbed. You see, I had made a terrible mistake when I first looked at the famous photo of No Goal.
I….looked at the wrong skate.
In my defense, when I looked at the photo, I was looking for something controversial. I was looking for a “close call”, and I thought the photograph was the “smoking gun”. The skate that I thought was Hull’s skate is the only skate in the picture that is both visible and even slightly open for interpretation. I didn’t occur to me that Hull had literally been STANDING in the crease. My eyes just went to the skate that looked the shadiest, and that’s where I assumed all the controversy lay.
Of course, had I deployed even one or two brain cells, I could have pick up on a few other “clues” in the photograph.
Katebits is an idiot, case closed.
Oh, but I’m not done.
Here is the true scope of my stupidity: I didn’t just hone in on the wrong skate in that photograph back in 2007, I honed in on the wrong skate for two years. I didn’t realize the truth until APRIL OF 2009. I had been writing a Sabres blog for a YEAR AND A HALF at that point. A few months ago I saw the photograph for some reason, and like a bolt of incredibly slow moving lighting, it occurred to me, “Heeeey…..waaaait a minute…”
Dear Readers, I have many times thought about telling you this story, but I always stopped myself because honestly, it’s really embarrassing. For some reason I LOVE to tell the internet all about how I’m a complete idiot. Telling stories about my near inability to function without protective headgear has been a staple of my blogging from day one, but this one is humbling, even for me.
When I turned on the computer and realized today was the ten year anniversary of No Goal, I couldn’t resist.
(I’m NOT having mini-strokes. This is just how I AM. I know it’s hard to believe.)