By S(h)ara
As Anne mentioned, I have my own quasi-close encounter to share with you all. Yesterday, I went out for my friend Karen's fiance's birthday to this place on Transit called Frog Hair. (They have virtual golf--it's pretty nifty.) Now since it's August/September in Buffalo it can only mean one thing for me: my allergies are out of control. Like, I haven't slept through the night in a week because I can't breathe/stop sneezing out of control. It's pretty excellent. Anytoot, I went off in search of the ladies room and kleenex (or at that point anything to blow my nose with) and stopped at the bar to ask the friendly lady bartender where the ladies' loo was located. I was rocking my "I Love Buffalo Hockey" t-shirt, since I show my Sabre pride at all available opportunities. Just as I was about to ask directions to the bathroom, an older lady at the bar stopped me with a "I love your shirt!" I proceeded to explain that I was a huge Sabres fan, and that I had such high hopes for this season, blah blah. She informed me that she had never seen a shirt like mine before (I thought everyone in Buffalo had one at this point? No?) and I told her where to get one. She followed up with "Because my husband used to play for the Sabres" abd that her husband is Fred Stanfield. Cue my unintelligble rambling.
Who is Fred Stanfield, you ask? Well let me share some fun facts with you. "Steady Freddy" played left wing, and was a Sabre from 1974-1978. He won two Stanley Cups with the Bruins in 1970 and 1972. We got him in a trade from the Minnesota North Stars during the 74-75 season, in which the Sabres made it to the finals. He currently owns an office furniture store here in the B-lo.
Makes for kind of an awesome story though, doesn't it?
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7 hours ago
Clearly, all of the above-mentioned qualities about Mr. Stanfield make him an exemplary citizen, and clearly his wife must also be admired. She is a retro puckbunny.
ReplyDeleteIs there anyway we can work this angle into acquiring Sabres tickets and or swag? I'm not sure if barging up to the ticket office and screaming that you once met Fred Stanfield's wife at bar and demanding admission is going to work but, hey, I could be wrong.