One of the strange aspects of embracing a city and a sports team by choice rather than by birthright is trying to figure out where Buffalo’s history becomes my history. Because I’m not a native WNYer, it can be a odd feeling to realize I’m attached to, or saddened by, things that happened in Buffalo before I got here. The longer I’ve been here, and the more I’ve come to love Buffalonians, the more I’ve wanted to learn about this wonderful place and it’s history. Lately I’ve realized that through my attachment to specific Buffalonians, my attachment to Buffalo has somehow begun to stretch back to a time before I lived here.
In light of the death of Rick Martin, I’m moved, as always, by the depth of emotion of my fellow Buffalonians. I’m so sorry for your loss, longtime Sabres fans. I look forward to learning more about Rick Martin in the coming days.
One thing I already know about him is that he helped build the Sabres community that I love so much today. For that, I feel joyously indebted to Rick Martin.
Thank you for being such a great Sabre.