Last night, the Buffalo Sabres bid for the Stanley Cup ended. Game 7 of the 7 game series ended, 4-2 in favor of the Carolina Hurricanes. I can only support the Edmonton Oilers in their quest for the Cup at this point.

At the end of the game, I called Becky, who is still in the area. Her son had burst into tears and run upstairs when the game ended. Actually, when Carolina scored with a minute left. She told him, "We’re Buffalo. Get used to it"
(She actually told him that the team had a chance next year, you can’t always win, all the good mom things)

The thing that I have never comprehended is why Buffalo is such a sports city. But we are.
We live and breathe sports. Our souls are connected with the plays of our teams.

When the Bills went to the Superbowl and lost 4 times, we felt the pain.

When the Sabres had the no goal against them in 1999, we all cried foul.

And last night, I felt ill knowing that my team  would, once again, not win the Cup.

I don’t understand this. Dr. Jay pointed out that the pain of your team losing is stronger than your team winning (we are guessing here since he is from Cleveland and they never win either).

Becky and I agreed. It is because of the Cigarette Man from X-Files(do a search on Buffalo). That is why Buffalo is in mourning today.

I know there are more important things to worry about, but right now, I feel so sad for Buffalo