It is normal a routine of mine to call a friend during my walk to the subway after work. I just need someone to talk to while I'm passing the time and the jackoffs on the streets of Midtown. Normally, I connect with someone with a Buffalo connection that I can shoot the shit about Buffalo sports. Last Thursday, I made a call to my friend Scott, who is a Buffalo transplant living in NJ and is a die-hard Buffalo sports fan. At first, I started talking glowingly about my time at the Bills/Ravens game and how if the Bills beat Cleveland, I'd be smiling ear to ear about them being 3-2. It was a really uplifting conversation.
Then he asked me about the Sabres, wanting to know if I had watched them against Detroit.
Let's just say I went on a breathless, swearing rant about how much I hate them. I don't know what I said, but it was probably the same crap I've been bitching about since man discovered fire. It had zero to do with the actual game but was more about where the Sabres are as a franchise in my eyes. It wouldn't matter if it was July or if I was on ecstasy, I'll always feel the same way about them and I just can't shake it.