Sabres win 10-1. Kane with the hattie, and McCabe has his best night as a Sabre.
Erik Karlsson is so impressed by the Sabres he demands a trade to Buffalo. Ottawa, seeing Kane score three goals, wants the top winger in the league. Of course a franchise winger isn't worth a franchise defenseman, so they ask for a budding top-pairing defensemen. Who else? Other than that horse who just logged 13 flawless minutes- Jake McCabe.
Trade goes through. Karlsson signs a 2 million dollar a year contract because he's so excited to live in the popping city of Buffalo, N.Y.
There's a breeze of hope passing through Buffalo until Risto watches Karlsson enter the locker room for the first time. The Finnish Beast is filled with nationalism, but not the type that makes you sing songs, drink, and share stories about your ancestors. He's filled with the type that makes you lose your sense of humanity and shoot a puppy to show your support for your country.
Karlsson, with a nose keen to the scent of the Finns due to generations of potent animosity, can smell the Finnish Beast. A battle ensues between the two warriors. Buffalo media flocks the scene. The world watches as the two wield hockey sticks for the glory of their people.
Communities all over the world pick sides on who to support. A world that was once unified and filled with peace becomes divided. A nuclear holocaust arises. Everything once green and beautiful becomes dark and gloomy.
Buffalo, a city once prided on her winning heritage - becomes the city that lost our humanity.
The legend of the Finnish Beast clashing with the Finnesse Swede is passed down through generations. Statues are built to show support of the two gods, and to also gain their good will. Thunder storms are said to be brewing battles between the Swede and the Finn. Wars are once again fought to show loyalty for one god or the other.
It all started on a cold winter day in Buffalo, N.Y..
That just wasted about 20 minutes of my work day. #cubiclelife