Happy Valentines Day, fellow masochists. For now, though, enough with words. Tonight, it gets said in pictures.
Credit to anyone who can follow. I may or may not be drunk right now.
And while we're on the topic, so do I. Hope is a tenuous and potentially embarrassing thing to indulge in. Fuck me for giving in last week, and fuck me for getting sucked back in next week when these dumb shits throw together a couple wins straight. I am awful. But the Sabres are awfuler.
In the meantime, my venom is flowing fast tonight.