Sometimes, when nothing is going right with the Sabres I play a little game with myself. I pick some random part of the game and I place a totally nonsensical importance on that exact moment.
I’m still in Minneapolis. I spent the day with relatives, and then I had plans to go out with friends for evening drinks. During the time between these two events, I stole a minute upstairs to freshen up. As I was reapplying a little make-up, I listened to a few minutes of the second period of the game on my laptop. The score was tied at one, and the Sabres had been awarded 30 seconds of 5-on-3. Because I hadn’t been following the game up until that point, I had no context in which to place the situation, but I instantly decided the moment had significance for me. This moment was the game, and for some reason, this game was the season. So, rather than hold back for fear of making an ass of myself, I twittered this:
Then Jason Pominville scored, and for a brief second, it felt like I was a part of it:
I know how the game ended. An ugly, ugly win. I didn’t watch, but I followed along on my phone at the bar. Sometimes, when the big picture is no fun, it helps to reexamine my perspective and celebrate the little things.