Oh, It Is Love
The first love. When does it happen? Who is it shared between? How long does it last? Many would argue that college is often the perfect time to experience a first love. Luckily for me, I’ve already experienced a first love. With the Buffalo Bills and Buffalo Sabres.
“Wait, what? Your first love is with sports teams? Not even your first boyfriend?” you may ask, but yes, I proclaim that the Buffalo Bills and Buffalo Sabres were my first boyfriends and remain my “steadies” to this very day, despite a painful, agony-spurning loss to Cincinnati by the Bills and a grueling shootout loss to the Capitals by the Sabres on Friday. I am reminded of the movie Fever Pitch, when Ben Wrightman’s young student asks, “Let me put it this way. You love the Sox. But have they ever loved you back?” To which my response is, pertaining to the Bills and Sabres, yes, they have. No other person (or people) have brought me such joy (and, adversely, heartbreak) than those two teams. The happiest moment in my recent years (if not arguably of all time) was beating the Patriots in Week 3 this season. Other moments, like Jason Pominville’s shorthanded goal versus Ottawa in Game 5 in 2006, make me love the Sabres.
You know the song “Your Love Is My Drug?” That song has never applied to a person or crush for me. You know who it has applied to? The Bills and Sabres. Let’s break down some lyrics for a moment to prove my point: “Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep, I got a sick obsession, I’m seeing it in my dreams.”
I definitely need some rehab, as my floor concluded after I did a victory lap after the Pats-Bills game that I may have needed to be hospitalized. My heart was pounding faster than it ever had before, and I was literally shaking for the entire fourth quarter. I’m surprised I haven’t had a heart attack from all of the stress. I also have a sick obsession, as my roommate Sadie has come to learn; I wear Bills and Sabres shirts constantly and the better part of Sunday is spent watching pregame, the game, postgame, and listening to phone calls I make to my family to discuss the game at length (again look at Ke$ha, especially prevalent during losses: “I’m making those desperate calls, I’m staying up all night hoping, hitting my head against the wall.”) So, Sadie, I apologize for the sick obsession. Just wait till hockey season, though. Instead of every Sunday, it’s like two or three times a week. I apologize in advance.
The other pinpoint lyrics Ke$ha unknowingly engineered with the Bills and Sabres in mind are, “I don’t care what people say/the rush is worth the price I pay/ I get so high when you’re with me /but crash and crave you when you leave.” I’m thinking about how ecstatic I was last week with the win over New England and how anguished/defeated/enraged over the loss against Cincinnati. I also pretty much hate the summer since there’s no football or hockey. I crash and crave them — especially, in the past eleven years, during NFL postseason, cause the Bills are never there. Every emotion I assume one would feel towards one’s love I feel for the Bills and Sabres. I’m angry and sad. I’m happy and excited. They bring me gifts, like starting 4-0 in 2008 (this is the Bills), and disappoint me by missing the playoffs that year. They commit to winning by starting Trent Edwards, but don’t follow through as he crashes and burns. And now, the happy “new relationship” glow is back, the loveliness is back, as the Bills have one of the highest scoring offenses in the league. The Sabres’ new owner genuinely cares about the Sabres and the city of Buffalo having a championship. I am starting to depend on both teams more heavily, and they sure as hell influence my happiness and well being and attitude following a win or loss.
So sorry, gentlemen, I just don’t have time for a real boyfriend right now. I’ve got two pretty strong partnerships going, and I just don’t know if I can squeeze in anyone else or compromise any quality time with them. After all, you never forget your first love, and I can bet that I won’t forget the glee and agony they bring me any time soon.
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