May Day! May Day! May Day!
First of all, I can't believe that 1993 was 25-years ago.
Doesn't it seem like it was about twenty minutes ago?
Ah well, I suppose that's how life goes...
...but I was reading a recap of a Buffalo Sabres playoff matchup against the Bruins from 1993 and it was one of those moments.
(First off, that year, I went out with a buddy of mine and we would up drinking beers with Brad May. I actually didn't even realize it was Brad May until I introduced him to JC. He said, "Hey, Fuzzy, I'm not Barnaby, I'm Brad May!")
Kind of funny.
Anywhoha...
A couple of months later, it was Sabres-Bruins and the Bruins were heavily favored in the first round.
Buffalo won the first three games, however, and when Boston jumped out to a lead in Game 4...there was doubt creeping in.
But Lafontaine and Mogilny were on that team and they struck fast. It was 5 to 5, and it was getting late.
I was thinking about going to bed.
And this is where time plays a trick...
...I recall everything about the night.
May, who wasn't a goal-scorer, made a weird move. He kissed the blade of his stick before a face-off in the Buffalo end. Patty hit him with a long pass, and May went in, decked a hall-of-famer, Ray Borque, and then undressed the goalie.
MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY!
The Sabres great announcer, Rick Jennaret screamed it five times.
I was living alone at the time in my rat's-nest apartment (as my brother affectionately called it) and the guy who lived above me started beating on the floor.
I stepped out into the hallway and people were cheering.
"We might actually win the cup!" I yelled up the stairs.
"Come and have a beer," the guy yelled down.
I didn't go. Had to get up for work.
The Sabres got swept out of the playoffs in the next round.
Brad May got dealt.
Patty got a concussion.
Hockey got eternally boring to me.
And 25 years passed.
Marriage, kids, dogs, laughter, sadness, got old.
All in a blink of an eye.
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
Doesn't it seem like it was about twenty minutes ago?
Ah well, I suppose that's how life goes...
...but I was reading a recap of a Buffalo Sabres playoff matchup against the Bruins from 1993 and it was one of those moments.
(First off, that year, I went out with a buddy of mine and we would up drinking beers with Brad May. I actually didn't even realize it was Brad May until I introduced him to JC. He said, "Hey, Fuzzy, I'm not Barnaby, I'm Brad May!")
Kind of funny.
Anywhoha...
A couple of months later, it was Sabres-Bruins and the Bruins were heavily favored in the first round.
Buffalo won the first three games, however, and when Boston jumped out to a lead in Game 4...there was doubt creeping in.
But Lafontaine and Mogilny were on that team and they struck fast. It was 5 to 5, and it was getting late.
I was thinking about going to bed.
And this is where time plays a trick...
...I recall everything about the night.
May, who wasn't a goal-scorer, made a weird move. He kissed the blade of his stick before a face-off in the Buffalo end. Patty hit him with a long pass, and May went in, decked a hall-of-famer, Ray Borque, and then undressed the goalie.
MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY!
The Sabres great announcer, Rick Jennaret screamed it five times.
I was living alone at the time in my rat's-nest apartment (as my brother affectionately called it) and the guy who lived above me started beating on the floor.
I stepped out into the hallway and people were cheering.
"We might actually win the cup!" I yelled up the stairs.
"Come and have a beer," the guy yelled down.
I didn't go. Had to get up for work.
The Sabres got swept out of the playoffs in the next round.
Brad May got dealt.
Patty got a concussion.
Hockey got eternally boring to me.
And 25 years passed.
Marriage, kids, dogs, laughter, sadness, got old.
All in a blink of an eye.
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
MAY DAY!
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