Holy TOLEEEEEDO. The Sabres have been B-A-D. Bad. Very, very bad. Buh-ad.
I’ve been bitching about this on Twitter for days, but seriously you guys, we have GOT to stop telling each other that it’s “too early to press the panic button.” FOR REALS.
It’s NOT too early to panic. Panicking is PERFECTLY reasonable. Have you SEEN the Sabres? They stink!
I should also say that I weirdly enjoy panicking about the Sabres. Being happy when the Sabres are good and upset when they’re bad is….why I’m a fan of sports. I don’t see the point of tempering my responses.
Being a big spaz when they stink is a way to get out some nervous energy, and ultimately, as long as I’m not kicking my hypothetical dog when the Sabres lose, what the heck difference does it make when I panic? Do the Sabres play better or worse because of my behavior? (NO THEY DO NOT. If there is ONE THING I know about the Sabres it’s that absolutely nothing I do can make them play better. I think my slug hoodie might make them play worse, but that’s still up for debate.)
In my opinion, the only hard and fast rule of being a fan is that there are lots of ways to be a fan. (Well, that and “don’t taunt the opposing goalie unless he’s already done something dumb.”) Pressing the panic button today doesn’t mean I can’t press the, “WOOOOOOO! I looooove these guys” button tomorrow.
So, I can admit it: I’m pressing the panic button. The Sabres, who I love with all of my heart, totally freaking blow.
Hopefully this week they’ll turn it all around, but if they don’t, eventually we’ll STOP pressing the panic button and just turn down the expectations dial. But that’s a post for another day.
It’s a looooong season, and we’ve only just begun.
Let’s Go Buff-a-lo!