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Was his head down? And do youth players go head hunting? It's also 15 years later. We know a lot more. And we should be a lot wiser.

I'm certainly betting on Dylan's underlying stack over Jack's.

No. Meatballs came before the doughnuts.

I wonder if they ever fixed Umberger. Nice goal after that.

It's not a checklist and then expect success. At this point in my hockey fan career, I'm down to luck, magic and the Hockey Gods. Release a rehabbed bat! I'm telling ya.

What's the reverse of The Sky is Falling! The Sky is Falling!? The Drought is Ending! The Drought is Ending! One of these years it's bound to happen.

The first part is so obvious, but when you're a Sabres fan, it's any port in a storm.

One thing led to another on YouTube and I was a couple hours deep into live coverage of the Reagan assassination attempt in 1981. Wow, things have changed. In the famous video of the aftermath of the shooting, a woman in a business suit ran away from the scene. The anchor, Roger Mudd of NBC, said something like, "And you can see a secretary running away from the area." I guess in 1981 there was still some implicit arrangement that what the White House said was gospel. All the networks clung to the idea that because an official at the White House said Reagan was fine, Reagan was fine. Even after there was reporting that top aides and Nancy Reagan went running into the hospital, they continued to say that everyone, even the president, had gone there to be with Jim Brady, the press secretary who was shot in the head. This would make no sense given the paranoia of the Cold War. If unscathed, the president would surely have gone back the White House. As most of this played out, my dad was driving me to the Sabres-Bruins game that night at the Aud. It was a low-scoring tie played in a very subdued mood, which might have lifted a bit when Uncle Miltie announced that the Gipper was out of surgery and doing OK. 40 years ago! Reagan, Sadat and the Pope, all in one year.

Chemistry. Don't ask me to define it or explain it. The right mix of the right guys at the right time in the right place?

It wasn't named Olean for nothing. I started the thread because I wanted to throw it out there just in case someone close to the Pegulas reads this forum. Terry played a little ball himself as a youth. Not a bad first baseman — although he seemed to spend a lot of time sitting with the managers. And he was a huuuuuuge Detroit Tigers fan. Still is, I'm sure. Kim and Terr loved Olean. Wouldn't be a bad place to retire to. The beef's good, but the barrel's even better!

All of those people survived the purge?

Irony: if Granato is The One, it will have happened only because RaKru brought him here. Yes, Ralph rode the ICBM into the asteroid so that Sabres hockey — life itself — could go on.

Oh, it needs to be enshrined... somewhere.

https://www.tapinto.net/towns/greater-olean/sections/sports/articles/new-ownership-group-eyes-olean-oilers

It was a beautiful summer morning in July of 2005 when MODO arose early, put a pan of phat pannies in the oven, scratched his massive junk and strode onto his deck to admire the crisp morn. As he looked over Lake Vastenjaure, which he had purchased years earlier after inventing Sweden's version of the Clapper (the commercial jingle became an overnight sensation: "I'm high! Lights off! Lights off! Yaw-yaw!"), he noticed a young boy, 10 maybe, standing on the shoreline some 200 yards away, relieving himself into his pristine waters. Having bionic vision since birth, MODO could easily read the name on the back of the red and gold hockey sweater. R E I N H A R T. MODO cursed, then cursed again when he realized that the distraction had caused the pannies to burn, filling his impressive home with smoke. "Samson Alexander Reinhart you come back here this very moment!" came a motherly call from a nearby wooded area (bionic hearing as well). The name stuck in MODO's brain like panny droppings on a red-hot oven floor. He would never forget.

Merriam Webster. Definition of torture (Entry 1 of 2) 1 : the infliction of intense pain (as from burning, crushing, or wounding) to punish, coerce, or afford sadistic pleasure 2a : something that causes agony or pain b : anguish of body or mind : agony 3 : distortion or overrefinement of a meaning or an argument : straining

Five minutes ago, I untied nfreeman and allowed him access to his account again. I might do time, but it was fun.

I wish I knew what the answer was. I listened three times and gave up.

I doubt he cares. But he wanted to get back into the game at an executive level, and that's probably gone as well.

Who's posting during games? "Yay! We just tied it up!" doesn't come off as your VP for Creative Content or whatever PSE calls it.

Could the Sabres have turned things around if Krueger had stayed on? Is Donny Bucatini causation or correlation?

Rick tried to help. He'd be more popular if he was Sam Ranheim.

Stuffed shells at Chefs?

Methinks "move yer feet" was the trigger.