You would think having the Right Hand at right wing would help the Sabres through its current struggles, but alas:
Oh Jesus Stafford, you were the chosen one. I feel like Obi Wan Kenobi saying this, but I feel like I’m standing over you with your arms covered in lava and your torso laying five feet away from you as I type this.
A truly depressing Happy Halloween to you all. Go have some fun and forget that hockey even exists tonight. Make Mr. Mounds Bar pay for the Sabres’ lack of goal scoring and Myers’ Sophomore Slump!
But seriously, enjoy your psuedo-holiday. We can talk about hockey tomorrow.