It seems like everywhere I turned this past season, I found a fan or blogger accusing Sabres fans of being totally classless. We're rowdy, we're disrespectful, and we eat babies and puppies. I admit, I thought this was exaggeration. Someone somewhere acted poorly and Sabres fans everywhere have been paying for it ever since. Well, guess what. It might be true after all.
We arrived at the draft early enough to wander around the Fan Fest dealie (pretty lame unless you're under the age of 10) and Pookie and Schnookie decided to stock up on hockey cards for Project Bicycle Spokes. When they opened a pack and revealed a Daniel Alfredsson card well... the monster took over.
First, before I even knew what was happening, I snatched the card out of Pookie's hand. I was immediately overwhelmed by the urge to draw something - anything! - on it.
And then it got really ugly. I almost hate to admit this because it's so horrible. Please take a deep breath and prepare yourself. I threw the card on the ground in disgust and STOMPED on it. I stomped on it with everything in me and I did it in front of Senators fans including, yes, some very young children. I'm pretty sure I heard tears and shrieks of, "Why, Daddy, whyyyyyy?!?!?!"
I'M A MONSTER!!!! And if you're a Sabres fan, you probably are too. I mean, this isn't even taking into account that I traded "Let's go, Buffalo!" chants with a few fans on the other side of the building towards the end of the first round... WHILE IN SOMEONE ELSE'S ARENA! Classless through and through.
More tomorrow about the actual draft. I'm pretty tired.