You won't believe what our Sabres did again
So here's the deal, I'm not even kidding. You know how we always say "there's always next year" for the Sabres? Well, apparently, "next year" keeps having to deal with Game 7s, and it's just not working out. Erik Brady over at the paper — you know Erik, he's seen it all — he wrote about our boys taking another L in a Game 7. That's the seventh time in franchise history, oh for sure. It’s like the universe just decided we're not allowed to feel that kind of pure, unadulterated joy. It's a gut punch every time, especially when you feel like they’re *right there*.
### Why This Hurts So Good (and Mostly Just Hurts)
Look, I love the Sabres. Always have, always will. It's like loving a family member who just keeps making questionable life choices but you can't abandon them. We've been through so much as a city, and sports is such a huge part of our identity. The four Super Bowl losses for the Bills, that was a whole different kind of pain, because we were *expected* to win. With the Sabres, it’s usually more about hope, a quiet, desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, this is the year they finally figure it out.
* Seven Game 7 losses in franchise history. Seven! * It's a pattern that feels like a curse, right up there with the Bills' drought. * This latest one just adds to the lore of "Buffalo sports pain."
It just feels like this city is always on the cusp, always almost there, whether it's the Sabres or even some of the revitalization efforts down by the Outer Harbor or near the Central Terminal. We see the potential, we work our butts off, and then... well, sometimes the dice just roll snake eyes, like Erik said. It doesn't make us stop cheering, though. That's not the Buffalo way. We’ll just show up again, same as always, probably louder.
Bills by a billion — and yeah, the city too. My buddy Keith and the crew are probably still yelling about this on the Morning Wire, catch 'em live at mornings.live.