Because of my Twitter sabbatical (only three days to go!), I feel pretty removed from the Sabres chatter around the interwebs. I’m going to go ahead and assume that even in the sometimes-too-cranky Twitter environment, most people are quite chipper about the Sabres. You’d have to be a very devoted crankypants to avoid a Sabres-related spring in your step these days.
(Also, it’s extremely beautiful outside today. Spring is coming, you guys. For real.)
Considering my incredibly good Sabres-mood, I found myself doing a rather odd thing this morning. I found myself looking at the upcoming schedule, and wondering when would be a good time for a loss. “Good” is a weird term when it comes to losses during a playoff push, but let’s face it, the Sabres are not going to win out, so there will be a loss or two in our future. Maybe it will come tonight. I hope not.
But, let’s make a promise to one another right now, Dear Reader. Let’s keep this Sabres-related spring in our step, either way.
I’ve never been a big fan of the “Don’t get to high, and don’t get too low,” philosophy. That philosophy makes a lot of sense for the players, but for myself, I’ve always preferred to accept the low lows as a sort of payment to the Hockey Gods in exchange for the high highs.
But for some reason, this year feels different. Things feel different around here lately, don’t they? Maybe it’s Pegula, maybe it’s this slow comeback from the brink, maybe it’s that the Sabres have been good in unexpected ways, or, maybe it’s not actually different at all. Maybe it just feels different because I want it to be different this year. Who knows.
For whatever reason, I’m not in the mood to live and die with every game. I’m in the mood to have faith in the Sabres. I’m in the mood to take the long view. I’m in the mood to believe.
Don’t get too high, don’t get too low. Let’s stop examining our past, and let’s stop wringing our hands about the future. Let’s ride this thing out, one game at a time. Let’s give 110% every night.
All for one, and one for all. Live together, die alone. (And yes… that includes Tim Connolly. In fact, that especially includes Tim Connolly.)
Huddle up, Sabres Nation!
LET’S GO BUFF-A-LO!