Post by account_disabled on Jan 1, 2018 22:23:58 GMT -8
Hi,
I remember 10 years ago, freezing my ass off in the stadium at One Bills Drive. At the end of the game, I felt the Buffalo sports curse at its nastiest. After Wide Right and No Goal, we were once again having a moment in the national (and international spotlight. It had been a magical day for Buffalo sports fans.
We showed up 70,000 strong, celebrating while watching snow flakes the size of paper plates fall from the sky. It was idyllic. Then it all came crashing down, as Sad the Kid slid the puck past our number 30. And we were all reminded that this is Buffalo, and these are the kinds of things that happen here.
But the other day, in a very odd confluence of events, this time number 30 stopped the opposing shooter from Canada. And in a peculiarity worthy of the quirkiest city I know, this time #30 appeared to be wearing A BILLS JERSEY.
Wa this some sort of fever dream I was having? The best player on the ice was wearing Gil Perrealt's number. And there was Jim Kelly, passing the puck to Thurman Thomas! I shouldn't have eaten Mighty Taco before going to sleep. I've had strange dreams before, but this one seemed so real.
But then, things got even weirder! When the players were asking through the tunnel, Doug Flutie, who had scored the winning goal, starts screaming "BILLS MAFIA!!!"
And a few hours later, the lowly Sabres came from behind and scored a winning OT goal against one of the best teams in the NHL.