PASabreFan

Someone hasn't been paying attention for 12+ years. Also Terry is now the president of the Buffalo Sabres. He was named to that position by... The organist I think. The team president would be all over a move like this.

PA slinks away in disgrace.

Ryan Miller Patrick Lalime Don Edwards

Oh, you don't recall, Senator. Is what you're saying under oath before this committee? ... Trish put up the slide. There is an audible gasp. Cameras click and flash like a fireworks display. Senator McConnell's fourth chin quivers. In the gallery, an elderly lady faints. My God, Senator Woody, have you no shame!?

In other news, pizza or ham loaf.

Can we get this one shut down too?

Well the current one is a return to the old one. I changed it every day for awhile in honor of Rick.

Headline in local paper: America turns 250 soon, everyone’s invited

Dahlin's signing "soon" is another junk thread based on something the beef carver at Noco heard.

Even Esther, puritanical Baptist she was, liked me to bop her head against the headboard once in a while.

FTR it was determined that's not Stafford and Pominville.

Absolutely. And it should be followed by a fencer in Sabres garb dueling with a fencer in opponent garb, with the opponent quickly going down only to look up and see the point of a sabre on his neck. On a raised spotlit platform. This isn't that hard to come up with.

Thank you, unions!

Again it's possible if not likely that the business side of the team knows it's a terrible idea that won't work. IMHO the players started the ball rolling on this, and KA went to Roth or even Pegula. “We’re hopeful this experiment will work. It’s part of the conversations with Kevyn (General Manager Kevyn Adams), and making sure we’re having that dialogue is important.” -Sabres sales and service VP

Well that's that.

Reality is setting in. I hope you'll indulge my little fantasy that I could have spoken at the memorial (a true fantasy as making a speech is actually my nightmare). I hope you'll all follow up with your own speech. "In March of 1975, to quote Tom Golisano, I didn't know a hockey puck from a meatball. By June of that year, I was crying into a pillow while watching the final seconds of Game 6 against the Flyers slowly drain away. I was nine years old. It was Danny Gare sliding into the boards in overtime and Ted Darling, at first, who drew me into Sabres hockey. But when you're nine years old, you tend to jump from one thing to another. That summer it was baseball. So there was no guarantee the Sabres would return to my wandering mind in the wintertime. Christmas 1975 changed everything. I got a little transistor radio for Christmas, and on the night after Christmas, I sat in my living room in Bradford, PA, not far from where Terry Pegula might have been sitting across the border in Olean, New York, and turned the dial this way and that. Emerging from the static came a downed electric line of a voice calling a classic Bruins at Sabres game at the Aud. "Right on!" "Right on!" "Right on!" I had no clue what Right On meant. Soon I figured out that it was not just a groovy expression from the 70s. It meant that Gerry Desjardins had made another save. I also soon figured out that the voice belonged to one Richard John Jeanneret. From that day on, Rick and Sabres hockey were for me one and the same. I was a shy and withdrawn kid. Today we'd call it socially anxious. Back then, the word was loner. I didn't make friends easily, or even at times at all, but I let Rick into my life. And from that day on, Rick inhabited my brain, during the game and before and after too. Suffice it to say, that to this day, mundane life events are called out in my own version of that electrifying voice. "Oh, brother, those eggs are scrambling noooow!" Rick has been the voice I've heard the most in life, more even than my own father, and that's not a revelation that my dad and I were distant. Quite the opposite. It's just a matter of math. 48 seasons x 82+ games x 2.5 hours. That's a lot of time to spend with one person. Actually I never met Rick, although I once sneakily emailed him. Had we met for real, what would I have said to thank him for all those Right Ons? How could I have shown my appreciation for what now must be millions of memories? I would have had only seven words, only seven. Rick, thank you for being my friend."

Ice cream doesn't burn! I WANT THE TRUTH!

You just lost Iowa.

It begins! Good quip on Twitter: there's a new mascot.

There's one full service gas station here and I like to patronize it. But the older dude will not listen when I ask him to not top it off. I pay with plastic so I see no reason to end up with an even dollar amount. 14 year old car so I guess it really doesn't matter anymore. Not a good practice tho.

Smoke at both ends?

It made perfect sense to me.