I’m freshly shaven now, from a Sabres loss.  And to be honest, I’m impressed with how far this team made it, and depressed and let down with how poorly they played in this game tonight.

The problem with being a Sabres fan is they can make you forget how much of a underdog they are.  How they “aren’t supposed to win.”  That was this series.  The Sabres weren’t even supposed to get into the playoffs this year.  But they did.  And they did it with a stretch of games that were impressive to watch.  As that underdog team they get you from just rooting for them, to throwing your whole lot in with them.

Or at least that’s it for me.  I end up getting excited about seeing them play, and watching them play well.  And as soon as I put all my hopes and energy behind the team, because they’ve finally made me believe that this season they are going to pull it off, I get let down.  And it happens year after year.  Season after season.  Hell, some years it happens multiple times a season.

But I keep coming back.  Cause they’re my team.  And they show me how exciting hockey can be, and then when it counts, I get crushed by my team.  But I’ll be back with the team in the fall.  And I’ll yell and scream and get excited again.  And maybe, just maybe, sometime in the next 40 years of Sabres history, they can make me yell and scream and get excited all season till the end, when they raise the Cup.