1. Before this series began, I didn’t really think the Sabres would win the Cup, but I also hadn’t given any thought to how the end would look. Satan’s OT goal forced me consider the “end” for the first time, and it wasn’t pretty. I’m so happy that the Sabres won game five, not just because it was an elimination game, but because that was NO way for the end to look.
I was miserable thinking that the Sabres might go out with a sad, sad whimper, but I feel a lot better now. The decisive win cured me of my weariness, and now I feel prepared for anything.
2. Win one more game, Sabres!
One hilarious side effect of being down 3-1 has been my sudden and complete devotion to the expression, “one game at a time.” I’m like Pommerdoodle over here, constantly spouting sports clichés. I don’t think I ever really understood the true meaning of “one game at a time” until it became my lifeline between games 4 and 5. Now I’m a believer, and I’ll bite your head off if you talk too much about “game seven”. The will of the Hockey Gods is ONE. GAME. AT. A. TIME. This is how it must be.
3. I’m pleased and shocked to report that there is GRASS growing where I sprinkled the grass seed on my lawn. I know. It’s a miracle.