After some self-reflection and introspection into this topic, I came to a realization.
For the past few years, I’ve blamed my declining interest in the Sabres on their continued poor play for so many consecutive seasons.
I realized today, that the timeline of my declining support/fandom coincides with RJ.
As a kid, I watched the start of most games on TV with my parents, and fell asleep to his voice on the radio at bedtime. As a teen, I began making a point to watch every single game, even if it was a recording, around 1997. In 2005, I started driving from Rochester to Buffalo for about 20 games a year, and stopped doing that in 2019 when I didn’t see an end in the ineptitude - I felt invested in the team, but didn’t feel it was being reciprocated.
During the 22-23 season, after RJ retired, I missed some games for the first time. Then RJ died. In 23-24, I watched maybe half the games. Last season, I only saw a handful of games, and a lot of times I didn’t even know when they were playing. It’s sad.
It’s almost a crime to me that RJ never got to hoist the Cup, and that the Sabres had to play such terrible, directionless, passionless hockey in front of him for the final 14 years of his life.