Time as a GM is startin' to get sweaty.
The Palm Trees are startin' to get heavy. There's vomit on his shirt already, mom's spaghetti.
Him and Pegula are both nervous.
But on the surface he looks calm and ready but the team bombs and Kevyn on forgettin' what he wrote down. They start banning stuff and now they look like clowns. He sucks as a GM, the whole team is going down... under his jurisdiction, this shit is stranger than fiction. The predictions in and he's on a mission to tear it down, shits' heading south... he opens his mouth but weak shit is just coming out.
Can't someone start rescuing Buffalo Sabres now? Another year with Pegula and Adams, wow. The fans dreams slowly starts to die out now.
Just like an inflatable Palm Tree, they start up high just to slowly decrease into something so obscene. Shit is starting to look like a f***ing crime scene. Pegula and Adams are not a dream team. And it's getting kinda sad, I get it that the fans are mad. 'Cause this GM and owner are probably the worst that they've ever had.