1. (Mike and Elise, please turn away)
I don’t think I realized how badly I wanted the Bruins to suffer until it happened. Boy, did that feel good. I don’t understand the people who say stuff like, “I want the team that knocks the Sabres out to do well, because at least then we know the Sabres lost to a genuinely good team.” That kind of crazy talk is CRAZY, spoken by crazies who wear crazypants. I don’t care what it says about the Sabres that they lost to a bunch of sucks like the Bruins.
Seeing the Bruins choke, and choke so spectacularly, filled my heart with pure joy, and it went a loooong way towards making the playoffs a safe-space again. Catharsis, thy name is “Bruins, Epic Collapse.”
2. Not only was watching the Bruins good for my general disposition, but it somehow made me willing to think about the Sabres again. Seeing the Bruins go out put a final bookend on the Sabres’ season.
When the Sabres first lost, I needed a break. I didn’t want to think about them, and I didn’t want to analyze them, and I didn’t want to hear about them. I stopped reading Sabres blog posts and articles, and I never got around to watching their exit interviews. I simply wasn’t in the mood. I wasn’t, like, devastated or furious, I was just done with the Sabres.
I so thoroughly tuned out the Sabres that the other day when I read something that referenced their powerplay I actually had a moment of, “HOLY CRAP, THE SABRES DIDN’T SCORE A SINGLE POWERPLAY GOAL IN THAT BOSTON SERIES!”. I had literally forgotten, and I had the unfortunate experience of remembering. The dark days of watching their futile powerplay feel like MONTHS ago.
But I’m slowly coming back. I’m curious about the draft and free agency. I’m regaining my interest in firing all the Sabres (or shooting them from a rocket into the sun). I’m getting more and more willing to entertain outlandish trade proposals just for the fun of it on Twitter.
I’m back, baby! (Maybe.) (I dunno….we’ll see.)