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My Heart and The Meat Cleaver


Stormin Norman

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I am a well-schooled Buffalo sports fan. I carry more mental scars than Rambo has on his entire body. Most of all, my heart resembles food you'd find on the cooking surface of a Hibachi Steak House. It has been chopped, sliced, and diced through a series of devastating letdowns:

 

- Ron Smith Catching a Long Touchdown Throw to Beat a Hobbled Joe Ferguson and the Bills

- A Fictitious Delay of Game Against the Cincinnati Bengals

- Ronnie Harmon's Drop

- Four Super Bowl Losses

- No Goal

- The Home Run Throwback

- Two Stanley Cup Series Losses

- OJ

- An Entire Defense Corps Going Down Against the Hurricanes

- Losing Drury and Briere

 

Each time, I laid my heart out there only to have it tossed into a Ronco machine. And now, Terry Pegula comes along with a defibrillator and a winning lottery ticket. EVERYTHING he says is better than my own dreams could have produced. For Buffalo Fans, that's all we've ever been sold is "hope." And, technically speaking, this is no different. The defensive, inflicted part of me wants to resist giving away my mind, heart, and soul to this guy.

 

But when he got choked up and called Perreault his hero, that did it for me. This is the first time Terry Pegula has made me cry. The next time will be when the Sabres win the CUP!!!!!

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