Imagine you run a kitchen with a bunch of chefs and the reviews of the restaurant aren't great. So you go in on Monday and deliver a vote of confidence to them. Tuesday night the building fucking burns down. This is the Buffalo Sabres. It's your worst nightmare.
How do the people who run the Sabres broadcast every night have a pulse. Pat Kaleta looks like he's about to Epstein himself and we're 90 minutes into his first show
How do the people who run the Sabres broadcast every night have a pulse. Pat Kaleta looks like he's about to Epstein himself and we're 90 minutes into his first show