By S(h)ara
You know what sucks more than getting a text that says the Sabres were shut out by Detroit? Getting two texts saying the Sabres were shut out.
I can't lie, my morale is in the toilet.
I know it's only the pre-season, and that last season we rocked during the pre-season and blew chunks during the regular season. (I feel like I used the word "season" entirely too many times in that last sentence, but I'm too lazy to fix it.) I consoled Anne only weeks ago with that same gem of wisdom. I, however, cannot be consoled. I have visions of my dear, beloved Sabres mired in last place of the Eastern Conference as those snotty Rangers and Senators gloat over their first and second place berths. The depression will set in, and I'll start feeling the way I did a few years ago--my team is destined to lose.
I need to get out of this funk. (No, not Mike Funk. The depressed kind of funk. Depressing-funk can't ice skate.) Mostly, I need my Sabres to win on Friday. Not just any win. Like, big, ten goals in one game, Vanek Hat Trick win.
Not even cute pictures of animals on their backs, exposing the adorably furry tummies can make me feel better. I know, this is a travesty.
I need my Sabre-love back. How can I survive in this cruel world without my hope that this year, my Sabres can do it? How, I ask you?
Meanwhile, I'm totally in the mood for Pizza.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Someone Talk Me Off the Ledge
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Pizza sounds good right about now.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to stay pretty positive for Friday. 'Blowing chunks' is a good way to describe the preseason, but I think they can get those kinks out before the opener in four days. Optimism!
A Vanek hat trick would be a lovely thing to come home to after a Homecoming game, that's for sure...
Pizza sounds good right about now.
ReplyDeleteNot gonna lie, it was a pretty delicious pizza. Thank you, Bob and John's.