GDT: Sabres @ Flames, Dec 8, 2025, 9pm. WGR, MSG, ESPN+(out of market)

[mjd1001]

52 minutes ago, DarthEbriate said:

Nice. Now add the line where Adams joins the coaching staff....

The coaching staff or becomes GM?

He became GM at about the same time on the chart they changed to royal blue...the last dotted line on the right.

[PASabreFan]

I'm off today (sure, I'm off every day; to be more precise, I officially own my testicles from 230 to 1030 today). I started a pot of homemade minestrone soup while listening to some Best of Paul Simon. It feels shockingly cold today, and I have no knife skills, and I have no roly poly little batfaced girl, but things should work out for a tasty bowl or three during the first intermission tonight. I had to go to Walmart to get soup stuff and test strips and lancets for my elderly diabetic cat. The Salvation Army bell ringer let my ears have it as I approached, and that shook me, but not as much as what I saw inside. There's something wrong. People in scooters checking out their own giant plastic jugs of Ragu and box after box of Hostess Christmas Tree Cakes. I joked with a guy in an Eagles Starter jacket but secretly wished coal, if not a slow and painful death, for the rest of humanity under the fluorescent lights. Am I any better with my Aveeno moisturizer and Peanut M&Ms? Maybe I should look in the mirror. I did. I completed a Six Month Smile/Eff You, Orthodontist program 10 years ago, and now my teeth are slowly retreating to their original positions, a dental drop pass on the power play -- and I still won't smile. Soon you can call me UP AL. After Kodachrome, an ad for a newfangled glucometer played on YouTube. Geez, I didn't even take my phone into the store. At least They don't seem to know my cat has the Wilford Brimleys, if not the Marty Wilfords. Celery seed? Why the ***** not? I have nothing to lose. And garlic powder, just to make Eleven and Weave clutch their pearls. It'll all come out in the wash, but is there really similar hope, hope, maybe the best of things, for our teams? The Bills still have Josh, who might yet fulfill The Dream of My Father, who shook his Gator Produce keys to four straight Super Bowls. The Bills led XXVIII at the half until my sister in law stole and hid the keys, and my dad secretly hated her for it until he drew his last breath on a substantial morphene drip. He got married after the big war, young, in a Catholic Church, then after the inevitable divorce, could not marry my mother in one. The rest of his life, he waived off not only the faith but every priest who tried to visit him in one of his many hospital stays. After his last words to my mother were... You're My Sweetheart... my older brother called in the amiable Father Leo to give my unconscious dad The Last Rites. Wait. Where am I? I mean, where was I? Oh yeah, the soup. Cannellini beans and ditalini pasta (but not too much, otherwise it'll be Minestrone Mush and please don't look that up on Urban Dictionary) still to come. Sabres, too. Hope? I have the Gator keys now, and they were in the kangaroo pouch of my Sabres hoodie the last time they won. Maybe I'll put them in there again tonight. I miss my dad and Rick and myself, but I have reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

[Crusader1969]

2 hours ago, Mustache of God said:

A loss tonight could help turn this season around if it finally makes Pegula clear out the front office. 

It won't.  
what are the odds he even knows they are playing tonight??   And if he does know they play tonight, does he care?

[Crusader1969]

13 minutes ago, Pimlach said:

You can see the Pegula point without the reference marker.  

It should be colour coded.    It took him not even half a season to make his mark.   Buys the team in Feb 2011, they fall off a cliff  from Oct 2011 to today 

[Crusader1969]

1 hour ago, mjd1001 said:

I like the version of it where someone clearly marked the moment on the graph where Pegula bought the Sabres with a yellow line...

 

Needs to be a tshirt and worn by everyone attending a Sabres home game 

[Pimlach]

3 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

Would a loss tonight mark the lowest point in Sabres history?

 

3 hours ago, Pimlach said:

Heck no.   

A loss tonight coupled with a Vancouver win drops them from 29th to 31th.    That is still 2 solid points ahead of Nashville.  

But a win, well that puts them only 6 points out a four-way tie for the playoffs (assuming a Detroit loss).  

They are just an 8 game winning streak away from solid contention!   It can be done.  

 

My above post was intended to be sarcastic. 

I think that when the Rigas corruption scandal and the NHL take over that was the original lowest point.   The Golisano era revived things and the Pegula era pumped everyone up for a very short time.  

In Pegulian times the abrupt leaving of LaFontaine started a downward trend that reached a new low when they tanked and failed to win the lottery twice.  New lows were achieved when ROR was dealt away for hating to lose, and then again when Eichel was dealt for away under the EEE plan.  New lows have been then norm since the Adams Benchmark 91 point season.  

Since we are setting NHL records and I guess you can just say that each playoff miss adds is the new lowest point. 

[PASabreFan]

3 minutes ago, Pimlach said:

 

My above post was intended to be sarcastic. 

I think that when the Rigas corruption scandal and the NHL take over that was the original lowest point.   The Golisano era revived things and the Pegula era pumped everyone up for a very short time.  

In Pegulian times the abrupt leaving of LaFontaine started a downward trend that reached a new low when they tanked and failed to win the lottery twice.  New lows were achieved when ROR was dealt away for hating to lose, and then again when Eichel was dealt for away under the EEE plan.  New lows have been then norm since the Adams Benchmark 91 point season.  

Since we are setting NHL records and I guess you can just say that each playoff miss adds is the new lowest point. 

Pegulian just sounds right.

[mjd1001]

18 minutes ago, Crusader1969 said:

It should be colour coded.    It took him not even half a season to make his mark.   Buys the team in Feb 2011, they fall off a cliff  from Oct 2011 to today 

He may have bought the team in Feb 2011, but the team from Feb 2011 to the end of the season really wan't "his" team. If was in the offseason he started to take control in a way that impacted the team, roster, and front office.  That basically will line up with the peak of that graph. It was very VERY close to the start of the downfall the moment Pegula started to 'exercise' his power as owner.

[Taro T]

3 minutes ago, Pimlach said:

 

My above post was intended to be sarcastic. 

I think that when the Rigas corruption scandal and the NHL take over that was the original lowest point.   The Golisano era revived things and the Pegula era pumped everyone up for a very short time.  

In Pegulian times the abrupt leaving of LaFontaine started a downward trend that reached a new low when they tanked and failed to win the lottery twice.  New lows were achieved when ROR was dealt away for hating to lose, and then again when Eichel was dealt for away under the EEE plan.  New lows have been then norm since the Adams Benchmark 91 point season.  

Since we are setting NHL records and I guess you can just say that each playoff miss adds is the new lowest point. 

And yet every single day that passes brings them that much closer to their next playoff berth.

(Glass halffull indeed.)

[Pimlach]

1 minute ago, Taro T said:

And yet every single day that passes brings them that much closer to their next playoff berth.

(Glass halffull indeed.)

So if the glass is half-full then we have 14 more years to go? 

[mjd1001]

3 minutes ago, PASabreFan said:

Pegulian just sounds right.

If the country cared about and paid more attention to the NHL, "Pegula" would be a verb right now....

When a new owner buys a team, the local media and fanbase can say "Just don't Pegula things up"

When an owner makes big time changes, hires an uknown coach or GM (stuff like that) and not everyone agree with them "He's going to Pegula the franchise up"

Alas, the majority of the USA doesn't know the Pegula chapter of the Sabres story for that to likely catch on.

Edited 1 hour ago by mjd1001

[Pimlach]

4 minutes ago, PASabreFan said:

Pegulian just sounds right.

I knew you would like that.  And benchmark, don't forget benchmark.  

91 points is the standard of excellence that Adams brought to us.  

[DarthEbriate]

38 minutes ago, mjd1001 said:

The coaching staff or becomes GM?

He became GM at about the same time on the chart they changed to royal blue...the last dotted line on the right.

Coaching staff, August 2011

5 minutes ago, mjd1001 said:

He may have bought the team in Feb 2011, but the team from Feb 2011 to the end of the season really wan't "his" team. If was in the offseason he started to take control in a way that impacted the team, roster, and front office.  That basically will line up with the peak of that graph. It was very VERY close to the start of the downfall the moment Pegula started to 'exercise' his power as owner.

Yes, there was that initial new owner spike and standings surge when it was just good vibes and a rebuilt Regier/Ruff team rising from the ashes of 2007 --- yes, only dramatic charges to 8th and 9th. But now they could drill wells.

And then Pegula started making decisions. But also during that summer his apprentice came aboard.

[Doohickie]

Meh Whatever

[Crusader1969]

Just saw Ruff’s answer about Östlund going back to Rochester.

That makes twice in the past week he’s quietly thrown shade at Adams and the rest of management.

[Doohickie]

Just now, Crusader1969 said:

That makes twice in the past week he’s quietly thrown shade at Adams and the rest of management.

What'd he say?

[Weave]

1 hour ago, PASabreFan said:

I'm off today (sure, I'm off every day; to be more precise, I officially own my testicles from 230 to 1030 today). I started a pot of homemade minestrone soup while listening to some Best of Paul Simon. It feels shockingly cold today, and I have no knife skills, and I have no roly poly little batfaced girl, but things should work out for a tasty bowl or three during the first intermission tonight. I had to go to Walmart to get soup stuff and test strips and lancets for my elderly diabetic cat. The Salvation Army bell ringer let my ears have it as I approached, and that shook me, but not as much as what I saw inside. There's something wrong. People in scooters checking out their own giant plastic jugs of Ragu and box after box of Hostess Christmas Tree Cakes. I joked with a guy in an Eagles Starter jacket but secretly wished coal, if not a slow and painful death, for the rest of humanity under the fluorescent lights. Am I any better with my Aveeno moisturizer and Peanut M&Ms? Maybe I should look in the mirror. I did. I completed a Six Month Smile/Eff You, Orthodontist program 10 years ago, and now my teeth are slowly retreating to their original positions, a dental drop pass on the power play -- and I still won't smile. Soon you can call me UP AL. After Kodachrome, an ad for a newfangled glucometer played on YouTube. Geez, I didn't even take my phone into the store. At least They don't seem to know my cat has the Wilford Brimleys, if not the Marty Wilfords. Celery seed? Why the ***** not? I have nothing to lose. And garlic powder, just to make Eleven and Weave clutch their pearls. It'll all come out in the wash, but is there really similar hope, hope, maybe the best of things, for our teams? The Bills still have Josh, who might yet fulfill The Dream of My Father, who shook his Gator Produce keys to four straight Super Bowls. The Bills led XXVIII at the half until my sister in law stole and hid the keys, and my dad secretly hated her for it until he drew his last breath on a substantial morphene drip. He got married after the big war, young, in a Catholic Church, then after the inevitable divorce, could not marry my mother in one. The rest of his life, he waived off not only the faith but every priest who tried to visit him in one of his many hospital stays. After his last words to my mother were... You're My Sweetheart... my older brother called in the amiable Father Leo to give my unconscious dad The Last Rites. Wait. Where am I? I mean, where was I? Oh yeah, the soup. Cannellini beans and ditalini pasta (but not too much, otherwise it'll be Minestrone Mush and please don't look that up on Urban Dictionary) still to come. Sabres, too. Hope? I have the Gator keys now, and they were in the kangaroo pouch of my Sabres hoodie the last time they won. Maybe I'll put them in there again tonight. I miss my dad and Rick and myself, but I have reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

If there is a more colorful Sabrespace poster, I’ve never read them.

 

 

And garlic powder is perfectly suitable in a dry spice blend.

[Thorny]

1 hour ago, PASabreFan said:

I'm off today (sure, I'm off every day; to be more precise, I officially own my testicles from 230 to 1030 today). I started a pot of homemade minestrone soup while listening to some Best of Paul Simon. It feels shockingly cold today, and I have no knife skills, and I have no roly poly little batfaced girl, but things should work out for a tasty bowl or three during the first intermission tonight. I had to go to Walmart to get soup stuff and test strips and lancets for my elderly diabetic cat. The Salvation Army bell ringer let my ears have it as I approached, and that shook me, but not as much as what I saw inside. There's something wrong. People in scooters checking out their own giant plastic jugs of Ragu and box after box of Hostess Christmas Tree Cakes. I joked with a guy in an Eagles Starter jacket but secretly wished coal, if not a slow and painful death, for the rest of humanity under the fluorescent lights. Am I any better with my Aveeno moisturizer and Peanut M&Ms? Maybe I should look in the mirror. I did. I completed a Six Month Smile/Eff You, Orthodontist program 10 years ago, and now my teeth are slowly retreating to their original positions, a dental drop pass on the power play -- and I still won't smile. Soon you can call me UP AL. After Kodachrome, an ad for a newfangled glucometer played on YouTube. Geez, I didn't even take my phone into the store. At least They don't seem to know my cat has the Wilford Brimleys, if not the Marty Wilfords. Celery seed? Why the ***** not? I have nothing to lose. And garlic powder, just to make Eleven and Weave clutch their pearls. It'll all come out in the wash, but is there really similar hope, hope, maybe the best of things, for our teams? The Bills still have Josh, who might yet fulfill The Dream of My Father, who shook his Gator Produce keys to four straight Super Bowls. The Bills led XXVIII at the half until my sister in law stole and hid the keys, and my dad secretly hated her for it until he drew his last breath on a substantial morphene drip. He got married after the big war, young, in a Catholic Church, then after the inevitable divorce, could not marry my mother in one. The rest of his life, he waived off not only the faith but every priest who tried to visit him in one of his many hospital stays. After his last words to my mother were... You're My Sweetheart... my older brother called in the amiable Father Leo to give my unconscious dad The Last Rites. Wait. Where am I? I mean, where was I? Oh yeah, the soup. Cannellini beans and ditalini pasta (but not too much, otherwise it'll be Minestrone Mush and please don't look that up on Urban Dictionary) still to come. Sabres, too. Hope? I have the Gator keys now, and they were in the kangaroo pouch of my Sabres hoodie the last time they won. Maybe I'll put them in there again tonight. I miss my dad and Rick and myself, but I have reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

 miss Rick, too. 

 

keep me updated on your cat 

1 hour ago, Taro T said:

And yet every single day that passes brings them that much closer to their next playoff berth.

(Glass halffull indeed.)

[Brawndo]

42 minutes ago, Doohickie said:

What'd he say?

 

[Slack_in_MA]

I saw really hot young woman in Home Depot a few hours ago wearing a Calgary toque.

I was simultaneously aroused and triggered. 😩

[Crusader1969]

21 minutes ago, Brawndo said:

 

Last week it was about the 3 goalie situation.   

[Stads]

Looking to come down from the emotional high you experienced yesterday from watching the Bills' game? Let me introduce you to a little team called the Buffalo Sabres aka the Buffalo Wet Blankets. You loved what happened in the snow and ice of the gridiron. Now get ready for the tomfoolery and ineptitude on the frozen surface in Calgary, Alberta. See you there, friends!

[SwampD]

2 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

I'm off today (sure, I'm off every day; to be more precise, I officially own my testicles from 230 to 1030 today). I started a pot of homemade minestrone soup while listening to some Best of Paul Simon. It feels shockingly cold today, and I have no knife skills, and I have no roly poly little batfaced girl, but things should work out for a tasty bowl or three during the first intermission tonight. I had to go to Walmart to get soup stuff and test strips and lancets for my elderly diabetic cat. The Salvation Army bell ringer let my ears have it as I approached, and that shook me, but not as much as what I saw inside. There's something wrong. People in scooters checking out their own giant plastic jugs of Ragu and box after box of Hostess Christmas Tree Cakes. I joked with a guy in an Eagles Starter jacket but secretly wished coal, if not a slow and painful death, for the rest of humanity under the fluorescent lights. Am I any better with my Aveeno moisturizer and Peanut M&Ms? Maybe I should look in the mirror. I did. I completed a Six Month Smile/Eff You, Orthodontist program 10 years ago, and now my teeth are slowly retreating to their original positions, a dental drop pass on the power play -- and I still won't smile. Soon you can call me UP AL. After Kodachrome, an ad for a newfangled glucometer played on YouTube. Geez, I didn't even take my phone into the store. At least They don't seem to know my cat has the Wilford Brimleys, if not the Marty Wilfords. Celery seed? Why the ***** not? I have nothing to lose. And garlic powder, just to make Eleven and Weave clutch their pearls. It'll all come out in the wash, but is there really similar hope, hope, maybe the best of things, for our teams? The Bills still have Josh, who might yet fulfill The Dream of My Father, who shook his Gator Produce keys to four straight Super Bowls. The Bills led XXVIII at the half until my sister in law stole and hid the keys, and my dad secretly hated her for it until he drew his last breath on a substantial morphene drip. He got married after the big war, young, in a Catholic Church, then after the inevitable divorce, could not marry my mother in one. The rest of his life, he waived off not only the faith but every priest who tried to visit him in one of his many hospital stays. After his last words to my mother were... You're My Sweetheart... my older brother called in the amiable Father Leo to give my unconscious dad The Last Rites. Wait. Where am I? I mean, where was I? Oh yeah, the soup. Cannellini beans and ditalini pasta (but not too much, otherwise it'll be Minestrone Mush and please don't look that up on Urban Dictionary) still to come. Sabres, too. Hope? I have the Gator keys now, and they were in the kangaroo pouch of my Sabres hoodie the last time they won. Maybe I'll put them in there again tonight. I miss my dad and Rick and myself, but I have reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

Wonderful.

[Stads]

22 minutes ago, Slack_in_MA said:

I saw really hot young woman in Home Depot a few hours ago wearing a Calgary toque.

I was simultaneously aroused and triggered. 😩

[spndnchz]

2 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

I'm off today (sure, I'm off every day; to be more precise, I officially own my testicles from 230 to 1030 today). I started a pot of homemade minestrone soup while listening to some Best of Paul Simon. It feels shockingly cold today, and I have no knife skills, and I have no roly poly little batfaced girl, but things should work out for a tasty bowl or three during the first intermission tonight. I had to go to Walmart to get soup stuff and test strips and lancets for my elderly diabetic cat. The Salvation Army bell ringer let my ears have it as I approached, and that shook me, but not as much as what I saw inside. There's something wrong. People in scooters checking out their own giant plastic jugs of Ragu and box after box of Hostess Christmas Tree Cakes. I joked with a guy in an Eagles Starter jacket but secretly wished coal, if not a slow and painful death, for the rest of humanity under the fluorescent lights. Am I any better with my Aveeno moisturizer and Peanut M&Ms? Maybe I should look in the mirror. I did. I completed a Six Month Smile/Eff You, Orthodontist program 10 years ago, and now my teeth are slowly retreating to their original positions, a dental drop pass on the power play -- and I still won't smile. Soon you can call me UP AL. After Kodachrome, an ad for a newfangled glucometer played on YouTube. Geez, I didn't even take my phone into the store. At least They don't seem to know my cat has the Wilford Brimleys, if not the Marty Wilfords. Celery seed? Why the ***** not? I have nothing to lose. And garlic powder, just to make Eleven and Weave clutch their pearls. It'll all come out in the wash, but is there really similar hope, hope, maybe the best of things, for our teams? The Bills still have Josh, who might yet fulfill The Dream of My Father, who shook his Gator Produce keys to four straight Super Bowls. The Bills led XXVIII at the half until my sister in law stole and hid the keys, and my dad secretly hated her for it until he drew his last breath on a substantial morphene drip. He got married after the big war, young, in a Catholic Church, then after the inevitable divorce, could not marry my mother in one. The rest of his life, he waived off not only the faith but every priest who tried to visit him in one of his many hospital stays. After his last words to my mother were... You're My Sweetheart... my older brother called in the amiable Father Leo to give my unconscious dad The Last Rites. Wait. Where am I? I mean, where was I? Oh yeah, the soup. Cannellini beans and ditalini pasta (but not too much, otherwise it'll be Minestrone Mush and please don't look that up on Urban Dictionary) still to come. Sabres, too. Hope? I have the Gator keys now, and they were in the kangaroo pouch of my Sabres hoodie the last time they won. Maybe I'll put them in there again tonight. I miss my dad and Rick and myself, but I have reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

TMI 🤮🤮🤮