Last year at this time I was still all full of hope and sass. Even when the Sabres sucked (which was often) I was willing to take every win at WAY over face value. Last season, every single win, all the way up to when they were eliminated, was a sign that things were about to turn around. I might not have always loved them, but I seemed to have an unshakable faith that they were worth cheering for.
Sadly, another full season of streakiness and hovering around 7th-10th place has taken it’s toll on my faith and my blogging. I’m at a loss.
I have all the Sabres cataloged in my head. There is a pecking order. I rag on Drew Stafford all the time, but when he’s playing well, I really have a lot of affection for him. I love to hate Derek Roy. When he’s playing well, my attitude is “Well, you better be scoring goals, you little punk. Earn your keep, Roy-Z. Also, shut up.” Thomas Vanek and Tim Connolly are supermen when they are playing well, and disgusting slag-faced whores when they’re not. Toni Lydman is an unsung hero, except for when he makes a hideous mistake and then I feel deep pity on his behalf. Spacek is comic relief. Craig Rivet and Lindy are the father figures to rebel against. Goose can do absolutely no wrong. Crunchy is awesome, possibly evil, and always fascinating, even in the bad stretches. Maxim Afinogenov is a spy, and even though I’m sure he’s been selling all the Sabres secrets to the KGB for years now, I’m going to miss him when he’s gone. All of the Sabres have their place.
Which brings me to Jason Pominville.
Of all the things that have gone wrong this year, Jason Pominville is the most upsetting. He makes me sad. He is SO BAD, and he doesn’t even look like he’s trying. Suddenly the contract we were all so excited about last summer is terrifying. Five more years? At $5.3 a year? *shudder*
As I’m sure you’ve gathered, I enjoy ragging on my team. I’ve got no trouble hating on the Sabres, and normally I’m not that attached to them being cute or sweet or even good at hockey. But…..I cannot reconcile this Jason Pominville with the Jason Pominville I have cataloged in my mind. Pommerdoodle is in the “hard working, steady, good dog” category. Period. Anything else is just too upsetting to bear. I can accept that the Sabres suck, and that they’re never making the playoffs again, but I cannot accept that Jason Pominville is phoning it in because of his contract. I’ve tried to rag on Pommerdoodle as if he were a Vanek or Timmy or any of the other Sabres who I am perfectly willing to throw under the bus, but it’s really no fun. Jason Pominville is no Thomas Vanek.
So, I’m drawing a line in the sand. The cynicism and the bitterness go no further.
I am a fan of Jason Pominville.
He’ll be back. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but whatever it is, for now, I’m putting my head in the sand, and I’m ignoring it. Sabres fans have had a bitter pill to swallow this season, but I can’t swallow a lazy Jason Pominville. (That’s what she said.) I can’t and I won’t. Eff you, Hockey Gods!
I guess every bitter, cranky fan has her limits before she is forced to rely on irrational faith.