Great thread. I'm 57. When the Sabres were an expansion team I had a cheap radio from WT Grant (way before you kids time) that I used to listen to games on after my parents sent me to bed. There was a great game in the first couple of years against Montreal when the Sabres called for a goalie pad measurement and Montreal's goalie (Dryden?) had oversized pads. The Sabres scored on the ensuing PP and won. To me that game was like David slew Goliath. At the time Montreal was like the Patriots are now. I remember it like yesterday. I was already hooked, but that game took me over the top.
My first actual game was the famous "Fog" game and I have posted pics from it and my boy crush for Schoney. Later I remember the Sabres playing the Russians (and winning) before the "Miracle on Ice" in Lake Placid. I listened to AM radio to feeds through a tuned antennae when I lived in NYC in the early 80's. "May Day" "No Goal" "Pommenville's epic goal in Ottawa. So many great moments and truthfully some pretty low ones. The loss to the Hurricanes in the ECF was crushing.
But one of the most frustrating things has been that my kids are in their late teens and they have never seen good hockey from the Sabres. I've taken them to many games in the dead atmosphere of the F'N Center (It will always be that to me), but they've never seen a win. Mostly they saw bad hockey and when this streak started I think for some reason they started paying attention. There are so many other distractions for kids these days that I can't blame them for not catching the fever I caught 45 years ago.
But something happened last night. When the "1,2,3,4..........." chant started, my youngest son stopped doing his homework. The Sabres were up 2-0 and I was getting ticked about the fans jinxing but you get old and you get crazy grumpy thoughts. I've had this feeling that this team is so young they remind me of the "Confidence is high" days of youth and to watch that win with my youngest son and see him have the fever.......it was the kind of joy I'm not sure I'd have again. He went straight to bed and I watched the post game and with the streak and seeing all the cancer survivors and the emotion of the broadcast......yeah.....I had tears.