I’m experiencing an intense desire to just enjoy the Sabres for what they are, and then call it a day.
Last night I went to the game with Jessica, and we had a grand old time. The Sabres lost, then we had a beer at the Harbor Club, and that was really the end of it for me. I didn’t think the Sabres looked bad, and even if they did, I’ve banked enough good will for them that I don’t think I would’ve cared that much. They are what they are, and by that, I mean, I love them….because they’re ours and they’re interesting.
Sometimes I think all this obsessing we do over sports- with the blogs, and the articles, and the radio shows, and the tweeting, kind of detracts from the experience. By this I mean, there’s always someone demanding that you justify your position with stats or facts, when in reality most of what we get out of sports is emotion-based. Most of my opinions about the Sabres are based on how they make me feel.
What’s wrong with occasionally just rooting for the Sabres to win and then saying, “Oh well. Get ’em next time!” when they lose? Do we really need to analyze Miller from every angle because he’s having a bad season by his standards? Can’t we just say, “I believe in you, Crunchy,” and root a little harder?
Is that too cheesy or something?
Here, watch this:
This is a video of Spaniards making human towers just for the joyful sake of making human towers. As far as activities go, making crazy human towers (and topping them off with small children) is pretty bonkers, but watching it fills me with happiness for reasons I can’t quite explain.
Sometimes you just have to treat the Sabres like an improbable tower of human bodies. You don’t really know why you love it so much, but you do.
And just leave it at that.