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Yesterday, I traded in “Fighterjet.”

I feel pretty raw about signing away the title for my 1998 Subaru Legacy GT 2.5 Limited. (Frankly, I’ll never remember the correct order “GT,” “2.5,” and “Limited” are supposed to go in, even after 10 years — 3273 days, to be exact — of car ownership.) Looking back, I took delivery on July 1, 1998.

What do you say about a car you owned for 122 months? A vehicle that was there to transport you through the highs and lows of life?

Well, the brochure for our new car says, “Few things connect to your life at more points than your car.” Amen. I’ll take a stab at a few notes in haphazard arrangement, below.

This will all seem melodramatic, and it is. There are, I’m sure, people who don’t get attached to their cars. My wife and I are not those people. However, I am beginning to realize that you can only really get attached to one car, and thereafter you realize you simply can’t do that again. This is my struggle this morning, and my usual tendencies to hang on are amplified by how long I had that Subaru.

Fighterjet was the first car I ever picked out and bought myself. The two cars before it dropped into my lap, by the generosity of my family, and being young, I did my level best to destroy them quickly. The Subaru had 40-some miles on it when I bought it, partly because I drove it a few times and partly because the test drive area around the dealership was so large.

Every girlfriend I had in my adult life rode in Fighterjet. One of them helped me choose it. The car outlasted all but one of them.

My wife and our first son rode in Fighterjet. In fact, it was the car that Aaron and I had to rescue from the snowy parking lot at work — its door had been jammed open by ice so the alarm was sounding — so that I could collect the bags we’d left at home and return to the hospital with them. The baby was born a day later, and perhaps we’ll be more prepared in the future.

Fighterjet didn’t have LATCH anchors. Oops.

When I bought Fighterjet, I didn’t have any music in MP3 format. Having an iPod connection was unheard of, because the iPod wouldn’t ship for years yet. But it had a CD player and a tape player, not to mention weather band radio. (Weather band radio is really dull.)

Luckily, I had obtained my first digital camera nine months before Fighterjet, so I was able to document the car pretty well.

The month I brought Fighterjet home, I went to Macworld Expo in New York City. It was the first of five such expos in New York (and that was a particularly whirlwind trip), but it was even more memorable for a big product introduction: the original bondi blue iMac. Fighterjet, meanwhile, was “Rio red.”

Hearing about the color of my car, Kristi laughed and said, “Oh, it’s pull-me-over red!” I got exactly one ticket with Fighterjet.

The Sabres had only been to the Stanley Cup Finals once in their history when I started driving Fighterjet. Now, they’ve been there twice. And had a few conference finals appearances, too. (Did Aaron and I drive Fighterjet to that playoff game with Philly? The one that created the wall of sound in the atrium of HSBC Arena? Correction: Aaron says it was this game against Ottawa.)

I drove to a lot of Ultimate games in Fighterjet. Cleaning it out, I had a regulation Frisbee in the trunk. Along with a wiffle bat and some wiffle balls — you never know when an impromptu game would break out.

I spent one long day in Fighterjet, stuck on the New York State Thruway (I-90) for about 15 hours, one winter. There was a big snowstorm. Some of you lived through it with me, and others have probably heard me talk about it, so I don’t think I need to say more. At least that time, I was prepared.

That incident taught me that if you can’t tell your car from other snow-covered cars in the vicinity, you should probably stay home.

Fighterjet drove through a lot of snow, and barely broke a sweat over it. There were a few close calls, though. Once, I hydroplaned through the turn from 96 onto 332 — no wheels gripped, they only slipped. There was one Christmas morning, driving to Cuba, where we spun 180 degrees together; thank goodness the next car was so far behind us. Another morning, going to work and sliding slowly, sideways, into and kissing a (thankfully) snow-packed guardrail.

I didn’t have a cell phone when I bought Fighterjet.

Baxter was in Fighterjet when I hit my second deer with the car, and, as a dog, he was pretty freaked out by the sudden ordeal. I really thought that was the end of the line, but the insurance didn’t total the car. I haven’t taken Baxter with me to get take out since, as I recall.

The car got its name from the view I got sitting in the driver’s seat, looking back through my regular and oddball lane-changer mirrors. It reminded me of the rearview cameras you see in fighter jet films on TV, looking back on the tail of the plane. Dumb, yes, but I couldn’t think of a better name.

I can’t remember how many sets of tires I put on the thing. The first one involved a lot of anxiety while reading reviews on the Tire Rack Web site. The Dunlop Sport SP2s, later, were utter flops.

Fighterjet helped me move between apartments and houses. Thrice. And, I think it helped move Lloyd’s family once, and maybe others. I forget.

I drove it to Pittsburgh and the Adirondacks and other places, but I also think of destinations I never went.

After giving up this car, I wonder how many cars I have left in me. How many more will I own? My sense of mortality is briefly heightened.

I miss Fighterjet, but it was time to move on. I feel like I’ve abandoned a friend — but that’s silly. Hopefully that feeling will fade, because, after all … it was just a car.

The Toronto Star, at TheStar.com, shows how the Sabres display draft savvy — or at least used to, before everyone that brought players into the organization left.

Sigh.

Still, I guess I can’t say this is bad, at least not yet. Other teams win without drafting and developing players in-house. The Sabres were losing $15 million each season a few years ago and were under league management. Something had to give. They are having a rough time with their Rochester Americans affiliate, and the Amerks themselves are in financial trouble. Perhaps being the development house for the rest of the league wasn’t really a winning strategy, while another one might produce better results (or at least a different cost structure)?

Vanek got his second hat trick of the year and the Sabres, who were down by two late in the game, came back to win 4-3 against Tampa Bay tonight. Vanek’s hat trick was a natural; he got all three goals in a row to end the game, even picking up the gamewinner in overtime.

The man with 12 goals in the last 11 games also factored into Roy’s goal, which opened the Sabres’ scoring. Harry Neale said, “I could hear Vanek quacking like a decoy over there,” to explain how Roy’s glance at Vanek froze Tampa Bay’s goalie just long enough.

Connolly also played a big part. He was in on both of Vanek’s last two goals, tipping one and passing the other. This, while he’s managing pain to stay in the lineup for the remainder of the season.

Winning 4-3 can really help Campbell, who has gone -6 or something crazy in the last few games. Some awesome defense has been on display for those losses, even though all sorts of speculation swirls around the market price of the top Sabres’ defenseman leading up to the trading deadline.

In other news, during intermission Mike Robitaille admitted, “I always wanted to play high school hockey, the problem is I never made it to high school. … I got kicked out for not shaving.”

The Sabres won 5-3 over the the Florida Panthers, but rightly overshadowing that was the Panthers’ Zednik, who suffered a cut to his neck. The serious injury and its aftermath stopped play for about twenty minutes until it was decided to continue the game to its conclusion.

I was only listening to the telecast in catches from the kitchen at that point, but a call from my parents at the game brought us back to the Tivo to see what was happening. The replays were unnerving — as another Florida player’s right skate came up into Zednik’s neck as he skated into the corner to Miller’s left — but thankfully we didn’t see much of the blood on the ice. I think my mom said, "It was more blood than I’ve ever seen." The down-the-ice angle we saw of it on television certainly made it look like a profuse amount.

Richard Zednik skated quickly off the ice holding his neck, looking very, very pale, and was practically caught by trainers at the bench; he looked as if he was on the verge of collapse. I don’t know how he made it. They got him out of the bench area and later we were told he had been stabilized and taken to a Buffalo hospital. As of this writing, the postgame show indicated he was in surgery.

The Buffalo fans held a standing ovation when it was announced that Zednik was stable and on the way to the hospital, but up until that, there appeared to be little news in the arena itself. I had tried to let mom know what was going on from the telecast, but I probably called her during this ovation because I had to scrub through video on the Tivo and was still a little behind realtime. I haven’t heard from Aaron and Missy yet; they were in the seventh row for today’s game, but I don’t know what section.

Anyway, the injury was extremely scary and we pray for Zednik’s continued safety and recovery.

The Sabres helped me celebrate my birthday (which I really don’t need to celebrate anymore) with a 2-1 win over the Dallas Stars. Of course, since it was in Dallas, the game wasn’t over until around 11 p.m. Eastern (being bleary-eyed, I didn’t take note of the exact time), so I can’t truthfully say that I saw the whole thing.

However, I did see the end when Jochen Hecht made a terrific poke check. He knocked the puck away from a Dallas player who almost assuredly would have scored the tying goal in the dying seconds of the game. Miller was out of position and one other Sabres was down on his knees with his stick flat on the ice, trying to stop the puck from sliding across the goal crease to the open Star.

It was also interesting that all of the goals were scored by current or former Sabres: Dallas’ lone goal was credited to Stu Barnes.

Kevin Sylvester did the play-by-play, and although it wasn’t bad, his style is different and his voice is much deeper than RJ’s.

The Buffalo Sabres are in a serious situation now; they have fallen to eleventh place in the Eastern Conference as of this afternoon’s 5-2 loss against the Atlanta Thrashers. This means the blue and gold would be out of the playoffs if they started today — which they don’t, since we haven’t even reached to the All-Star break yet. However, it’s going to be awfully hard for the Sabres to get out of this slump and get into the playoffs with about half the season left.

Meanwhile, both the Flyers and the Rangers are now sitting in the last two playoff spots. The Sabres — who were the top team in the league during last year’s regular season and lost one their co-captains each to those two teams since then — are possibly on their way out. As a fan, this is depressing, so I have to wonder if this is, as many say, because of the loss of Briere and Drury? Or, is it a self-fulfilling prophecy coming true because everyone has talked about it so much? Hard to say.

One thing I can say: the Sabres gave up a lot of their offensive firepower in the off season, didn’t get any in return, and are in their six game losing streak largely because they can’t score goals. This, even when the opposing goaltender has a blinding snowstorm driving at him and seventy thousand fans cheering for their home team.

On a somewhat lighter note, the comments on the Game Thirty-Eight Open Thread: Sabres at Thrashers post at BfloBlog.com are amusing. For example, “I think someone mentioned that Roy has a pulled purse arm muscle,” referring to Derek Roy’s injury, and, “That game stunk worse than the guy’s foot in the smoking commercial,” for which you’d just need to see certain public-service announcements that air on MSG during the games.

Well, the AMP Energy NHL Winter Classic game between the Buffalo Sabres and Pittsburgh Penguins is over. The Penguins won their second straight against the Sabres with a 2-1 shootout victory.

Rewinding a bit, the Sabres were doing really well before Christmas, with two really exciting games against Philadelphia and a nice win streak. The icing on the cake was the shootout win when Miller stuffed Briere. As much as I like Danny, hey, I’ll still root for the home team so it was great to see Miller stop that shot.

Now, the up-and-down Sabres have dropped several games straight, including the home-and-home series against Pittsburgh which culminated today in the Winter Classic. They also lost against the New Jersey Devils during this current streak.

The Winter Classic lived up to the billing in at least one sense: the wintry weather. While we’ve had some mild weather in Western New York of late, it did turn cold with some snowfall today. That was sort-of ideal if you want to televise the first outdoor NHL game in the United States, and have an obvious topic for your telecast. It resulted in some interesting camera views of the game, and a lot — I might say too much — of Zamboni work and ice repair. It certainly didn’t help the flow of the game on television.

On the plus side, the game was carried by NBC in high definition. We went over to Aaron and Missy’s house to watch it on their big set and it really does make a difference. (I’m sure it would have been much harder to figure out which was a puck and which was a snowflake here at home. Although my answer that is that the pucks are all the same and the snowflakes are all unique.) I call it ridiculous that Time Warner Rochester doesn’t carry the HD feed of the Sabres games, given that the team is all of an hour away and has been so popular of late.

Also rating up there on the ridiculousity scale:

• The maddening frequency that the NBC crew started questions to players and coaches with some variation of: “I know you spent a lot of time playing on frozen ponds, so …”
• The sheer number of references to how great Sidney Crosby is. Guys — whether you’re at NBC or the NHL — please get off this. There are lots of other players on the ice who are interesting and at least as deserving of air time. I’d hate your national broadcasts less if you brought out the character of the league and the game. Plus, the Penguins will play the West Coast teams what, maybe once every seven years? Most of the North American continent, even if they have an NHL franchise, will never see this guy again. Maybe you should prop up all of your players, coaches, teams, and cities. Oh, I forgot, no one but hockey fans are even watching these games anyway because the NHL is so broken, so it doesn’t really matter.
• The stoppages of play when the Zambonis rolled out. Can we go ten minutes without them, pleasethankyoubye?

All in all, it would have been more satisfying if the Sabres had just won. Sigh.

Heather B, talking about whether there should be any sort of tribute when Briere or Drury return to HSBC Arena on opposing teams, compares them to other recent Sabres:

“Dominik Hasek was the team for many, many years and while he was a prick at times he was also arguably the best hockey player to ever put on a Sabres uniform. How was he welcomed back to Buffalo? We booed his ass.”

She also disses Bucky Gleason. Bucky sounds fine on the radio when I’ve heard him talking about the Bills, but I simply won’t read his stuff about the Sabres anymore.

The Sabres won 2-1 in overtime against the Boston Bruins last night. Perhaps just as remarkable as the win — after a really poor showing over the past few games — was the commentary.

I always love the Sabres’ broadcast crew, and at least for oddities, the new addition of Harry Neale is able to roll along with the rest. For example:

Mike Robitaille: [During a replay of Ales Kotalik’s four shots during the second intermission.] Watch the first one here. That’s a big lazy can of corn. … That’s nothing to stop that shot from back there. [Second shot replay.] Watch the next one. Different. Down low, on the opposite corner.

Christen and I had to keep replaying this. We still don’t know what “a big lazy can of corn” is supposed to mean, but we laughed.

Rob Ray: I think they just did this to try to give him [Gaustad] a few extra minutes here, a few extra seconds, to catch his breath, because he was supposed to be there.
Harry Neale: Not a bad idea, though, Rob.
Ray: Yes, it is, very smart.
RJ: Yeah, that’ll be a penalty next year.

As happy as I am that the Buffalo Sabres pulled off an overtime victory against the Tampa Bay Lightning yesterday, I’m a bit befuddled. It looked to me as if Paetsch was offsides on the final breakaway. I replayed it over and over on our Tivo, trying to sort it out. I guess that’s another example of why I wouldn’t make a good referee in any sport — I can’t make the call even in Super Slo-Mo.

During that breakaway, Vanek got a weird deflection on his pass that ended up in the back of the Tampa Bay net to win the game.