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Can we nip something in the bud/butt here? Don is not Italian.

Said like Elaine: "Do you see what's happening? I'm the Islanders. I'm the Islanders!"

The Islanders got literally nothing for Tavares. Relax. Losing the trade won't be the end of days.

I admit to starting to worry about what sabremike is hinting at. The first generation (I'll define generation as 20 years) of Sabres fans was actually seeded by the Bisons, then lots and lots of young-ish people fell in love with the team in the 70s. A second generation kicked in in the late 80s and early 90s with lots of skill and lots of fists and then Dom and playoff success. Even during tough times after Dom and during bankruptcy and losing seasons before 05-07, you still had a massive base of two generations that were keeping the faith and it almost paid off for everybody. The problem comes with the third generation, which might remember good times but in the last 10 years has known nothing but disappointment. Where will these kids, the Randalls, the Wild Cards and the LGRs be in 10 years? Will they be dragging their kids along? Remember, now we're starting to lose that first generation and parts of the second. The other thing is community viability in a new social and demographic and economic landscape. No one would think that Erie, PA could have an NHL franchise and be successful. Buffalo's a tier or two above Erie, but still... In my darkest hour, I think Terry got the Sabres as prelude to the Bills, and the NHL was complicit in the franchise being weaned away from town to make way to burgeoning, booming (insert southern/western) population base.

My solution would be to get Terry in a room and make him watch the video clips that are going around of Jon Ledecky, the Islanders owners, celebrating with the fans. His name being chanted. That's the ego stroke Terry should want. The other stroke he wants, to be the POHO of a Cup team ain't never gonna happen. Of course we'd have to get Terry to put his wine glass down first.

Spoken like a true Sabres fan.

It's A LOT better than it used to be. It was automatic ralph time when I was a kid. They say the same about our hometown, with the oil refinery spewing out stuff. People say it's the smell of jobs. You get used to it.

Do tell. The official line was that he couldn't stand the smell of the paper mill in Johnsonburg, PA when he drove back home on weekends.

No, get it right. Battista™!

He even named his dog after him. (No, haters, his kids didn't name it.) Biiiiiiig Sabres fan.

Nellie Olson: Prairie *****

Of course I did. It was hurtful.

An old box. May, not shall. Truly Fantastic!

You were hiking lol.

I went for a six-mile+ hike yesterday. But as I was going along, I started to debate whether I was actually hiking. (Hey, you have to think about something.) I walked on single-track, dirt roads, crushed gravel and even on rock through a rock formation. There was mud, downed trees, footbridges over small streams and some serious elevation change. It wasn't hard though. I didn't take anything with me except for a bottle of water. I wore sneakers. Was I hiking? What's your definition Juju?

Do you and Eleven really not recognize a young Mitch McConnell?

Everything's within walking distance if you have the time. —Stephen Wright

Annnnnd Doo's cold turkey jerk lasted as long as LTS' positivity vow circa 2018.

The idea is to make it uncomfortable on the opposition. We have a public radio bore, a church choir guy doing the anthem and an organist who thinks he's clever.

Thank you.

I have the high school grad pic.

There is one answer only right (stop me, Darth, if I'm doing wrong this): The hiring of Granato would be neither wrong nor right. Let's get it over with. And let's dispense of Pez already, for the love of God.