by Anne
Tonight I'm bringing my cousin Jimmy, aged 10, to his first Sabres' game. We stayed up late (well, 10-year-old late) making a sign. Keep an eye out for it:
Notice the clever use of "MSG" I told the boy it might get us on TV and he was pumped. I'll try to snap some pictures at the game to post. Woooo!!
I don't think it needs to be stated that this is not my first Sabres game. Far from it. Woooo!
He and his little sister and mom have been going through a really tough week, and I'm trying to distract him by taking him to the game. The funny thing is, I was planning on taking him to the game anyway, but the timing couldn't have been better.
That's not the ONLY thing to celebrate:
Apparently Bob Dylan quotes accompanied by a city-wide total disinterest in his pain management issues have come together to bring TimmyHo back to the lineup tonight. I might be feeling a "Welcome Back Timmy" sign as well. YAY TIMMY!! I hope this isn't the most horrifyingly painful experience of your life, cuz then I'll feel really bad.
So, Sabres, for Jimmy and Timmy, you have to win this one or you are all sleeping on the couch tonight...and until you win again. That is all.
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