Since Thursday night - a night I spent at church, mostly, only to catch the inevitable Sabres collapse on a radio feed as I headed home - I've been struggling with how to approach my own inevitable cathartic mess of a season wrap-up post here at the Deeg. As optimistic as I have been about this team and the imagined universe of possibilities for them if they could just find a way into the postseason, what we ended up with was a whimper of a death rattle. A mere glimmer of hope at the end of a season that cannot be called anything other than abject failure, leaving us all feeling even worse than we did before.
After all the emotion I've given this team, the last thing I want to do is get all fucking weepy about them (so what if I've been known to cry over sports?!?!), since they've all but established they simply aren't worth the effort. In the end, I just don't want to feel feelings for a while. Good thing I came prepared.