Here we are again, sports fans. That moment we’ve been waiting for since June is finally here. Yes, it’s finally hockey season! Here in Buffalo, we’ve been waiting anxiously for this season to arrive. After five years of missing the playoffs, after intentionally tanking for McEichel, after living through 16 years with Regier, after the Lafontaine fiasco, after Ron freaking Rolston and his garden gloves, after Nolan coming and going, after all of that and so many other ridiculous things that could only happen here, after all of that, our time has finally come! It’s playoffs or bust here in the Buff!
Oh, wait. With eight minutes left in the final practice of the preseason, Jack goes down, screaming in agony. The initial prognosis is a high ankle sprain. He’s out for 4-6 weeks, minimum. That’s before they took any pictures so who knows how long he’ll really be out for? Oh, Buffalo. You never fail to fail! Oh, and our shiny new toy, Kyle Okposo, is out for the opener as well. Good times!
I was going to predict that we challenge for the playoffs this year. Truly. I think we should be right there on the cusp. Even if we missed, I saw us making a big improvement. We still might but I’m holding off on the predictions until we know for sure about Eichel.
Number two son is home for October break and we’re going to the opener tomorrow night against Montreal. Look for a recap on Friday and look for a large amount of hockey talk on these pages this season. Hey, it can’t all be about Mr. Sniffles, right?
The Broadsword tour was my first Tull show. 3rd row, floor at the Rochester War Memorial.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.