novascotiaguy, on 20 February 2013 - 11:14 PM, said:
I find my self holding back tears today I have watched almost every buffalo game since 97 and Ruff was always the face of the team. It was time for him to go but so on fair he deserved to hold the cup for this team someday and now that will never happen just wish I could feel better about this.
Eleven, on 21 February 2013 - 12:20 AM, said:
Thread of the year. Awesome. We will miss him more than some realize.
Yes on all of this.
There were those who were very excited about Marv being replaced by Gregg Williams.
dudacek, on 21 February 2013 - 01:35 AM, said:
The man loved this team as much as I do. He is a real Sabre to the core.
papazoid, on 21 February 2013 - 01:51 AM, said:
it's darcy's fault.......darcy put this crap together......a small , soft team.
There are plenty of other threads for this.
Separately: I've been thinking a bit about why this matters to me. I think when you get a bit older, and maybe have a family, job, house, etc. to worry about, you gain some perspective, so that your team's wins and losses don't matter quite as much to you as they did when you were younger (when they meant really far too much).
But on the other hand, we all need someone to lean on. We all need someone to be our rock -- to be there, thick and thin, sure and solid and reliable and unflustered. Your parents start to age and it's possible that you don't live near them. Your wife is there for you, to be sure, but she and your kids are depending on you more than you're depending on them. You have your old friends, but they have their own families, jobs, lives, etc. to deal with. You might be religious, and find comfort in faith, but it's more likely you're skeptical/uncertain about these matters and need something more tangible.
So what's left? Here's what's left: getting home from work, spending some time with your kids before they go to bed and then retiring to your man-cave to watch the Sabres, coached by their former captain from when you were a kid. He brings you back to when it was all much simpler. You can close your eyes and remember going to the Aud with your dad on a cold, slushy night and watching Gilbert flying up the ice, hair blown back, sliding it to Rico for the booming slapper and the resulting roar of the crowd. Schoeny. Gare. Luce. Rammer. King Kong Korab. Playfair crushing everyone.
And Lindy playing forward or defense, scoring, passing, hitting, fighting, doing whatever was needed, playing the game hard, leading the team. And then returning as coach, getting more out of a one-player team than anyone could've expected, staying on when his team was ripped apart by ownership on two separate occasions, through the ups and downs. Working the game, patrolling the bench, winning a ton of games, telling the truth afterwards regardless of the result. He didn't quit. He got knocked down and he got up again. How often does a franchise reach back and try to recapture its glory years and have it actually work? Almost never.
One of my rocks is gone.
Thanks for the memories Lindy.
Edited by nfreeman, 21 February 2013 - 10:30 AM.