As you can tell by the post below this, I was at the Bandits game last night working the press box. That means as far as I know, hockey wasn’t played. There are a few photos of some game from Long Island floating around, but I’m pretty sure they’re not real.
Yeah, I don’t think that happened. Maybe some other games really were played. Let’s check the scoreboard…
Okay that definitely didn’t happen. Someone threw numbers up on a wall and tossed darts at it. There’s no way Detroit and Buffalo were both shut out, that would just be embarrassing.
Oh God, it happened didn’t it?
The game was on a few TVs in the press box, but it felt like some weird parallel universe was being broadcast on a random channel. Something akin to watching Telemundo at 4 AM, I’d imagine. Suddenly I was frantically praying for the Sabres to squeak out a goal against the worst team in hockey. It had the emotional involvement of a game against an elite team like the Sharks or Red Wings. Please, just get a goal and hold on. Please. It was bizarre, and I didn’t like feeling like that at all.
It’s only one game, and we’re not supposed to take much from a single 60 minutes of hockey. This mantra should be extended to include the formation of an entire trading deadline philosophy, and us Sabres fans need to keep that in mind. Still, Saturday night was an awful, awful sign of potential things to come. It’s scary, unnerving, and very troublesome.
I don’t know what will happen to this team down the stretch, and I have no idea what will happen on Wednesday. However, I do know that sometime before then I will re-watch this Islanders game and search for clues about the next 19 games. Like a blind archaeologist translating ancient runes, I will try to figure out what the hell is going on with this team, and if it’s going to get better with a few roster moves.
I’m not sure I will like what I see.