I'm with you all on this one, I LOVE the Sabres with EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF MY BEING. I'm 26 and living in little Charleston, IL. Every day, I've gotta deal with ignorant, uneducated bandwagonning/fair weather Hawks fans that root for the team now but were nowhere to be found 10-15 years ago when my family moved to Central Illinois from North Tonawanda and when their team was terrible. These are the same folks who used to yell at us to "get off their damn lawn" or "go play a real sport" whenever my brother and I would be playing three-bar in the street and the ball got away, and who three years ago, I had to inform a whole bar full of that they had just won the Stanley Cup b/c I was the only one in there who could follow the flow of a game and the puck and realized that puck had gone in past Mike Leighton.
The meanings I attach to the Sabres and to hockey in general are deeply rooted. In North Tonawanda, I was skating at 2. I remember my first game when I was 4, going to the Aud. Was a 5-0 win over the Hartford Whalers. My family was always kinda split because my moms side were all Sabre fans and my dads side were all Leaf fans, and they were always trying to sway us one way or the other. So naturally when my folks split and my dads side basically became estranged, the decision became easy (as if it wasn't already
) Not to mention, this was right around the time Hasek and the boys were kicking the Laughs ASS in the ECF. It was a rough divorce and trying period for all of us, but at that point, this team became something that our family rallied around during a really dark time, they brought us closer together. To me, the Sabres represent family, love, and remembering what I come from. They're more than just a favorite hockey team. 26, 56, 106, or 6 feet under, my family and I will be there when this team wins it all. <3 Let's Go Buffalo!