A New Hope
Well, it’s been one hell of a week for Sabres fans. About time I got around to posting something here.
You may have noticed my absence. You may not have. For those who don’t know me personally, I had some big things happen since my last post. I went away on a long trip, was gone for the month of December. I got a new computer. I also got a new job… not in Buffalo.
Just after the new year, I packed up and moved to Nashville, Tennessee. Got a job in my field that was better than anything I could’ve gotten with any related companies in Buffalo, so I decided to bounce.
I had to leave my family, my friends, and my season tickets behind. All three have been missed. I sympathize with people who try to follow the Sabres from outside the 716 area code. It’s tough. I’m now on central time, so coming home from work and walking in the door just in time to catch the game on the internet is an adjustment. Of course, it is nice being able to hop online and stream WGR and read all the same websites. I feel attached as I ever have, but it definitely takes more effort.
As the ownership drama has developed from a rumbling to a transaction, even from a distance for me, we’ve seen the situation crystallize everything about the Sabres organization.
We see the departing ownership group be spiteful and petty towards the ones who’ve talked bad about them. We’ve thanked them for what they did in saving the Sabres, but they still beat us to the punch themselves at giving them a pat on the back.
We’ve read the media continue to hold the same grudges against the same people over the same things.
We’ve watched the Sabres struggle on the ice, but yet show flashes of the team we thought they would be this season, never getting away from the frustrating inconsistency that has plagued the team for the last few years
And now, we finally know that there is hope. We have an owner coming in who wants everything that we do. The numbers at the bottom of the ledger might not be as important, and the numbers in the standings will become a bigger part of the picture. We don’t need to worry about “value judgements” and “two legged horses” anymore.
Hope is extremely important. Not just in sports. In life. If you can’t have hope for the future, things will suck. Unless there’s a legitimate reason to think that your situation can get better, it’s tough to put your emotions into what you do. For a while, I struggled with the idea that my professional life was going to take off. When you get an opportunity to move forward, you take it. And the opportunity itself is enough to give you hope.
Terry Pegula and family are taking over soon. We don’t know what they will do, but we’re convinced it will be great. It’s good to have that optimism.
It’s exciting and exhilarating. We see the opportunity for change. A new hope. A chance to never wonder if there’s something going on that we don’t know about. A chance to never hear “5 years/$25 million” again. A chance to think that maybe they want the same things we do at the foot of Washington St. A chance that maybe we’re not going to be changing uniforms again next season.
Now, we’re all convinced that there’s a chance.
Let’s hope it works out.