xbastardofyoungx

Dear Sabres,

Thanks for proving me wrong all the time.

Love, Michael.

Just when I had lost faith in this fucking team, they come out and have an absolutely insane, sick game like this. It also didn't hurt that-
a. I've been sick, so I was high on enough meds to fly a fucking balloon,
b. There was a giant scrum right in front of me at the end of the game, and
c. I was sitting third row.

Things are mad different when you sit that close, especially for the playoffs. The Sabres did not disappoint, and I have to thank Elijah for helping me keep the faith. This was an entirely different team than the one that showed up in the second and third periods for games 2-4. This was a team that had the will to win, that knew that one loss and that's it. No more, game over, no more hockey until September.

Let's Go Buffalo! Game 6 is on Monday and if we win that one... oh man. It's gonna be sick.