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captainsblogFeeling better today. Ran some errands, did a small amount of cleaning-up of home and office, and, yes, just watched my hockey season end on a completely anticlimactic hanging curve ball of a Senators goal.
After our goalie had stopped so. Freakin. MANY. Sure-fire winners, the whole place just went dead when a shot, seeming no more dangerous than a dump-in, found its way to the back of the net.
We went out fighting, and with pride, and with blood on our sticks, and there's nothing else I could have wanted. It's not likely this team, as constituted, will be back together next year, but the base is still there and we know what we need to take it to the next level.
If the fans weren't chanting it at the end, I'll echo the famous 1975 chant right now: Thank you, Sabres.
After our goalie had stopped so. Freakin. MANY. Sure-fire winners, the whole place just went dead when a shot, seeming no more dangerous than a dump-in, found its way to the back of the net.
We went out fighting, and with pride, and with blood on our sticks, and there's nothing else I could have wanted. It's not likely this team, as constituted, will be back together next year, but the base is still there and we know what we need to take it to the next level.
If the fans weren't chanting it at the end, I'll echo the famous 1975 chant right now: Thank you, Sabres.