The Sabres have been searching for identity since the '90s while we're still drunk on new-car smell, so we're either about to learn a hard lesson or we're stealing one tonight under the lights in Buffalo.

We're up by two in Buffalo and I feel like a guy who just bought a lottery ticket and hasn't checked it yet—too nervous to believe it's real but also already planning the parade.

We're up three goals in Buffalo with twenty minutes left and I feel like a kid who found money in his coat pocket—pretty sure I'm about to learn what "jinx" means but also pretty sure we're walking out of this store with the snacks anyway.

The Sabres will find new and creative ways to lose to a team that didn't exist last year, because that's how we honor our draft picks.

We're a guy frantically bailing water out of a boat with a coffee cup while the hole gets bigger, and buddy, the coffee cup just fell overboard.

I've seen enough rebuilds to know the difference between "down 3" and "down 3 with our soul," and this got that soul-crushing feel to it.