Fellow cockroaches, I salute you!

[Stoner]

The bombs fall and the mushroom clouds rise, murdering almost everything. Players, coaches, general managers, even owners are not spared. Buildings cannot stand, and uniforms, merely cloth, have no chance. Only one life form survives the nuclear Armageddon that is professional sports, and it is the lowest form: the fans. We are the cockroaches. We are poisoned, stepped on, at best ignored, but ours is the last laugh. The Buffalo Sabres belong to us, and no one else, not even Tom Golisano, who too will one day perish. I wish my fellow fans a wonderful playoff. Whether we lose in four straight or lose in double overtime in Game 6 of the finals, it passes in the flip of a switch. Remember to make memories that will last forever. It's all us roaches will have when the lights come on and we scurry to the walls, to await another season.

[mphs mike]

Touche' PA

 

This is why we not only remember but can quote several nights over the years. As long as you're old enough you remember both the Swordmen heroes and the mortal enemies that beat our boys!