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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was May Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was Mat Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

 

That was like reading a folk story. Now I'm hungry.

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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was Mat Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

 

In my best Tommy Boy voice,"That,.. was,.. awesome!"

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i would be willing to waive Boyes and play $4 million under the cap if everyone got a voucher for a free fried bologna sandwich each game.

 

Will those sandwiches have either mayo or mustard?

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Will those sandwiches have either mayo or mustard?

 

Seriously......19K x 41g x $5 = $3,895,000

 

I would take a fried bologna sandwich every game if we waived Boyes

 

Hecht, Lieno, Gaustad, Sekera, Stafford = 2 beers

 

Sad thing is....this was the Florida Panthers plan and not only do you get cheap tickets and free food......but a good hockey team.

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Seriously......19K x 41g x $5 = $3,895,000

 

I would take a fried bologna sandwich every game if we waived Boyes

 

Hecht, Lieno, Gaustad, Sekera, Stafford = 2 beers

 

Sad thing is....this was the Florida Panthers plan and not only do you get cheap tickets and free food......but a good hockey team.

 

It does not cost $5 to make a bologna sandwich.

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Speaking of fried bologna sandwiches... The first year of the new arena my friend and I had seasons in the 300 level, there was a season ticket holder in the row in front of us who ate, no lie, two or three fried bolgna sandwiches during each and every game. Needless to say this guy easily went 400 lbs. Whenever we met friends in between periods at headlines we wouldn't use our section number to let people know where our seats were, instead we just used that guy as our point of reference. Before that year I wouldnt say that I was a huge fan of fried bologna sandwiches, but I certainly wouldn't have turned one down if offered. Now the mere sight of one makes me ill.

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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was May Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

 

this really is a beautiful elegy.

 

my screen name notwithstanding, i am going to ask: was there, in fact, a certain stand that was unofficially known as the poor man's Aud Club at the old place? e.g.,

 

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i am guessing "no," but thought i'd ask just the same. (most of my familiarity with the old barn came from ages 8-17, so i have gaps in my understanding of the place.)

 

to the original poster's question, the new place (MMA/HSBC/FNC) has that "pour man's aud club" and it is a riff on the "aud club"

 

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that was in the old place. they have even furnished the bar with fixtures from the old aud club.

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I went to the original aud club once for a game in 1994. Unfortuantely, all I really remember from the experience was dropping my pager (remember those things?) in the urinal and having to fish it out. Scarred for life.

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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was May Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

 

As a kid growing up I longed to get into the Aud Club - imagime - roast beef and Sabres hockey.

Now that I'm in the second half of my first century, I realize I'm a simple guy - and this post satisfies almost all of my wants!

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I bought peanuts from the juggling guy. I slept overnight in the snow for SRO tickets. I greated the team after a playoff elimination at Niagara Falls International. I chanted "thank you Sabres" the first time. I watched Bernie Parent hoist a Conn Smyth and a Stanley Cup. I explained Great Lakes Shipping and Buffalo's economic history to Brian Spencer in his Rolls in a parking lot. I had a beer with Craig Simpson on Seymore Knox's back lawn. I watched Patty deposit a puck into the net in the Aud's last game. I've sat in most sections and half the suites. The Sabres are in my blood. I got as misty as Mr. Pegula when he bought the team. I want a winner ... for all of us.

 

And yes, there was an actual Poor Man's Aud Club.

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I bought peanuts from the juggling guy. I slept overnight in the snow for SRO tickets. I greated the team after a playoff elimination at Niagara Falls International. I chanted "thank you Sabres" the first time. I watched Bernie Parent hoist a Conn Smyth and a Stanley Cup. I explained Great Lakes Shipping and Buffalo's economic history to Brian Spencer in his Rolls in a parking lot. I had a beer with Craig Simpson on Seymore Knox's back lawn. I watched Patty deposit a puck into the net in the Aud's last game. I've sat in most sections and half the suites. The Sabres are in my blood. I got as misty as Mr. Pegula when he bought the team. I want a winner ... for all of us.

 

And yes, there was an actual Poor Man's Aud Club.

 

I think I'll go pour out the swill of this Labatt's 40oz in honor of this post. I could only dream of having the memories you have.

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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was May Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

lol, memories.

Do you remember Reggie, the corner scalper?

Dad would bring a friend and we only had the 2 tickets, he'd find Reg and the hookup price back in those days was 50 bucks for the extra ticket and 100 to get all 3 for the golds.

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Fried bologna without foi gras. The Aud Club was full of season ticket holders, suits and carved roast beef. It was not general admission. The poor man's Aud Club was a concession stand in the hallway. A nook. Common food uncommonly good. Only Buffalo. Sublime. Heaven on earth. A memory for a lifetime. Unpretentious. The place to be seen when you weren't at a place to be seen. Where we waited for Juri Dudacek. Where we walked when Gil got us out of our seats. Every day was May Day. We want Ray, a fried bologna and a beer. The place you wanted to be when your kids wanted to be at a souviner stand. It lives, today, in tens of thousands of hearts. Think auditorium, not sports complex. An ethos ... Happy Days, Lavern and Shirley, All in the Family. I am wistful ... and will sleep well. Welcome to the board.

Nice.

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