As I watched the game versus the Rangers last night, I was a bit under the influence (duh?). Being caught in the blurriness of alcohol, I let my imagination start to run wild.
I actually let myself day dream to the point where I was asking myself, "Where will I stand if the Sabres actually make it to the playoffs?" Just observing how they've played as of late, it's starting to seem like it's not as far of a reach as it once was.
Just like Trevor, I've spent the past few weeks rooting against my favorite team. I figured if they would drop far enough out of contention, significant changes would be the next thing to come. Obviously Lindy and Darcy's jobs are safe for eternity, so I've been at least hoping for a shake-up on the ice.
It's gotten to the point where my desire to see them lose has actually been scaring me a little. I've never cheered for the other team before, never. Through good times and bad, I've always been on the side of my beloved Sabres.
I thought, "If the Sabres somehow went deep into the playoffs, how would I just turn down the hate meter?" I'm obviously a true fan at heart, but I haven't felt like one lately. I've legitimately hated these guys (or at least how they've been coached and managed).
To be completely realistic though, I don't think it's anything I'm going to have to seriously worry about any time soon. This team is still missing vital pieces to a Stanley Cup puzzle. Although Miller has played exceptional as of late and Ennis has helped fill the void at center for the moment, they still don't possess the scoring and toughness that's needed to make it four rounds in professional sport's hardest tournament.
So now that I've brought myself back down to Earth, I'm still pissed that the Sabres have been winning so much lately. Why? Because winning now doesn't get you in the draft lottery. Winning now doesn't force the overdue firings of both GM and coach. In Buffalo, winning now just sustains the hell we've already suffered.
This team is so screwed up, I wouldn't be surprised if last night was yet another example of such sustainment. Even though the Sabres suffered a loss in overtime last night, simply escaping MSG with a point was a victory for a team who couldn't buy that point two months ago. A point that surely kept hopes high not only in the locker room, but one would assume in the eyes of management as well.
With the deadline hitting mid-day tomorrow, I can honestly tell you that I'm little more than disappointed. All I wanted was Darcy to feel some sort of pressure. I was hoping he would need to approach the most anticipated day of the season with the idea of, "If I don't it a home run today, it will cost me my job."
Thanks to the recent play of his team, he literally doesn't have to do anything.
And due to the ignorance running through the veins of the ownership department, I would assume that they are comfortable thinking they were right when they decided to buy the injury excuse.
Stafford scored last night, let's keep him, he's so worth it! Roy back checked twice, he's a changed man! A real leader! Miller is the best goalie in the world again! This team is PERFECT!
Trust me, I wouldn't be surprised at all if that was the outlook from Darcy and more importantly, Terry Pegula.
Why do I think that? Why wouldn't I?!
All this team had to do was lose 3 out of their last 4 games. By winning 3, the status quo will be upheld; zero moves (or at least nothing significant) will be made at the deadline -- Darcy thinks his shit players are worth gold anyway; and this team will be primed and ready to sell another excuse when they just miss the playoffs or get dumped in the first round.
This team will continue to refuse to learn from hindsight and scramble to find their spectacles when it comes to having any foresight.
Of course, there's always the possibility that I'll be wrong. But seeing how Darcy has mismanaged his team on this day in most other years (except stealing Briere from Phoenix, of course), prepare yourself. Because there is a great possibility you'll be watching the same team after the deadline that continuously let you down before it. Only now, you'll be hoping that same team can not only make the playoffs, but somehow find a way to succeed if they happen to get there.