I quit Twitter a few weeks ago (well, truthfully, I didn’t quit. I just stopped going there. THANKS, 2016, FOR RUINING EVERYTHING) and now I have no where to go to announce that I’m watching the Sabres for the first time in months. You guys (and by “you guys” I mean, “the faceless abyss”), I’m watching the Sabres. And I’m mildly interested. Whaaaat?
Since I last updated this blog I’ve had two babies out of wedlock. THAT’S RIGHT! I’m an unwed mother. Suck it. (I am technically unwed, but I will state for the record that I do love Mark very much. Just in case he ever reads this.) Having babies combined with the tank was a lethal combination for my Sabres fandom. I’m so tired I can’t stay awake long enough to watch an entire game even if I wanted to (which I don’t). It’s currently 9:37pm, and I can pretty much guarantee that I am going to deeply regret staying up this late tomorrow morning.
Anyhoo, watching the Sabres without Twitter kind of reminded me of the glory days of this blog, so here I am, re-living my hockey-watching youth. There were Sabres on the ice that I have honest-to-God never even heard of. (Carrier? Who the fuck?) It was nice.
The Willful Caboose 