PASabreFan

It might have been mentioned in this thread or in a news story, or I might be making it up.

I wonder how much of side effects can be attributed to psychosomatic factors. You've heard the stories where someone on a plane gets sick and then a lot of other passengers fall ill for no apparent reason.

If you liked the station's social media post/s about the segment, should you also lose your job? It's a serious question. Liking the post is actually more than Rich did. All he said was, "K."

No ones cares about ageism — or sexism if directed at males. Hello.

Is NYS offering vaccines to Taco Bell? Is there a reason the players can't be responsible citizens and go get vaccinated on their own?

WTF was Rasmus doing? Someone posted the other night that Ralph wouldn't have approved of Dahlin's "penetrating" goal. Nonsense!™

THEY ALL SUCK!!!!! Make it stop.

How can you be sure it helped? Correlation/causation.

They were sitting on front of him.

In other words, let the player schedule their appointments like everyone else? Is there precedent for taking vaccines into specific workplaces other than health care facilities? Would we have a problem with all Taco Bell employees getting jabbed at work?

Now we can talk about it again? Or is it just when the big wigs want to jump in?

Or if he had players who didn't quit on their coach.

Unless the Pegulas step away and there's a real hockey department here next fall, (insert name of next coach) will soon be the new WOAT, replacing Nolan, Bylsma, Housley and Ralph. This is getting old. Are we still not waiting for Rutherford and Karmanos?

No. Just no.

Nice touch by NJ to announce their goal at the start of the second. Remind the Sabres what happened. #millionlittlethings

Another Mike Ramsey goal! He scored a lot! This is from the Wally Harris game above, against Quebec. The Sabres didn't score on the power play following Harris' call; in fact they fell behind 6-4 before this Ramsey goal. What you'll hear is the Sabres' home goal celebration in 1983. The organ burst functioned as a horn, which sounds really cool in retrospect. Then a jazzy version of Sabre Dance, a thumping beat and... Talking Proud, of course! Right on cue, at the ensuing faceoff, Uncle Miltie announced the goal, exquisite timing.

We'll all remember where we were when this happened.

I think you're sniffing up the right tree. I've always wondered how anyone can look at a player the Sabres passed up who ended up in a good hockey place and say — "hey! look! he's good, we screwed up!" Bring Braden Point to Buffalo. What does he become? The problem is soooo much deeper than drafting. I still don't know what's wrong with dad, but he's been walking around the house in some really white, really big sneakers lately.

A lesser Linus?

Are you behind coffin-kicking Jay Moran? He seriously sounds like a funeral director. Would you please rise and proceed single file past your loved one?

In the This Isn't How You Think You Might Die department... While I was worrying about the Big C, the Big One and/or getting shot by an elderly deer hunter in the woods, this almost happened. My gas dryer was struggling to dry clothes on Friday and Saturday. I'd been waiting for this day. It's 32 years old. What was I going to do, write a stern letter to General Electric? The funny thing is, water started dripping out of the front of the dryer. I took a cover off the front and watched the burner do its thing. It flamed up, then went off in exactly four seconds, only to turn back on about 30 seconds later, and so on. I tried to dry clothes this way for over an hour. There was some heat in the dryer, but no real drying was taking place. On Sunday, I took off the flexible plastic vent that directs hot air and fumes outside and saw quite a bit of damp lint inside. I cleaned out inside the vent on the back of the dryer and inside the vent on the wall. I was thinking it was just time for new venting. First, I decided to check one more thing, the vent on the outside of the house. To my shock and then near-horror, some neighborhood kids who'd been playing in the empty lot next to mine shoved two plastic Easter eggs into the vent cover, jamming shut the flapper (for lack of a better word) that opens up and releases the air to the outside when the dryer is running. I mean, they couldn't have done a better job sealing it off. (I assume it was the kids I saw playing out there. But I can't rule out The Easter Egg Asphyxiator.) I can't say I was close to death or anything. I didn't have any symptoms, although I took a long nap after a late breakfast on Saturday, which is rare for me. I'm wondering why my carbon monoxide detector didn't go off. My only theory is that the flame turning off after four seconds was a safety feature that kicks in when the vent is blocked. After I got everything straightened out, I watched the flame and now it stays lit. Shouldn't some carbon monoxide have been circulating inside? You almost lost the GPOAT.