I went over to Kate's last night to watch the game and we agreed before it started that we had a bad feeling about it. It was one of those games that appeared to be so much in our favor - opponent out of the playoffs, their star player injured, their backup goalie in net - that you knew something was bound to go wrong. At no point tonight did I think the Sabres were going to win this game. I was sure they were going to lose when the Leafs scored in the first minute. I was sure they were going to lose when Ryan Miller was so far out of position on the second goal that he was barely still in the arena. (I know, I know - he fell over.) I was sure they were going to lose when the first period ended with the Leafs scoring two goals on five shots. I was sure they were going to lose when they kept tying the game up without seeming to gain any serious momentum. I was sure they were going to lose when the game went to a shootout. Could the season end any other way than in a shootout to the Maple Leafs' backup goalie? I was sure they were going to lose when Tomas Kaberle made Ryan look ridiculous on the first attempt. I was sure they were going to lose when the shootout kept on going and going. But they didn't lose. You know why?
Because these little brats are going to drag this out as long as possible. They are determined to torture me until the very end of the season. Not only do I have to care about two more Sabres games, the stars are going to align and then I'm going to have to care about a Flyers game that takes place the day after our last game. That is not right. That is not right at all. I did not sign up to care about the Flyers. I signed up to care about the Sabres. And don't tell me that caring about the Sabres might mean caring about the Flyers because that's totally cheating. I'm being abused by my hockey team.
If there wasn't a teeny, teeny, tiny part of me that still believes (shut up), I would be willing to sacrifice the Sabres playoff hopes at the altar of Ottawa going winless for the remainder of the season and falling out of the playoffs. (The Sens have a game left against Boston so unfortunately we can't make it in while they fall out.) I mean, at least the Sabres have had enough kindness to stink off and on for most the season. Ottawa totally suckered their fans by ripping through the first half of the season. If they missed the postseason now? That would be hilarious.
While I was at Kate's we recorded another podcast. This one's kind of a mini-cast but what are you gonna do? After the game we weren't quite sure which direction to go. Were we happy? (Yes.) Were we disgusted? (Yes.) Encouraged? (Yes.) Annoyed? (Also yes.) Anyway, you can listen to it here.