Two nights ago, I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Ryan Miller had finally gotten a win by standing on his head like he's done so many times before. Sure the Sabres were atrociously outplayed by a team less than two full years removed from winning the Stanley Cup, but you take it.
Yes, I get we needed to lose for a high pick, but you have to relish the wins whenever they take place because they are so few and far between. It was a night for celebration, if only in a limited way; like a small oasis in the midst of the suffering that Darcy Regier had prognosticated in the off-season. They dodged the bullet of one of those all-time futility records (Avoiding the record of a home winless streak to start the season).
Then, yesterday morning happened and everything changed.