I may or may not be half drunk right now, but I’m NOT afraid to say that if the playoffs started today, the Sabres would play the New York Islanders. The stinky old Islanders!
Bring it! BRING IT, I SAY!
Tonight Heather and Jessica came over to my house (*sing-song voice* loooove them!), and we ate brownies, drank wine, yammered away and barely paid ANY attention to the game. (Seriously, I have no idea what happened tonight. Every time we looked up a Sabre was bouncing a puck in over the shoulder of a Coyotes goalie.)
I know I shouldn’t be this giddy about the Sabres in January, but you know what? I don’t give a rip. Life is short, and I know a good time when I see one. It’s a GOOD time to love the Sabres.