The shuttered bar where I spent much of the 1990s recently threw everything away. The thought of a broken broom getting tossed in the garbage reminded me that an entire generation of Buffalo fans has been robbed of playoff memories.
The bar was packed on April 27, 1999, when the Sabres swept favored Ottawa. My buddy Woj grabbed the broom from the corner, snapped it in half and passed it around like it was the Stanley Cup. He signed and dated it, then placed it on a shelf above the window. For years, people would look up, see it and start talking about that night.
Certainly that wasn’t the only establishment with memory-flooding memorabilia. A piece of the goal post from the Bills’ 1988 win over the Jets that clinched the AFC East or a ticket stub from the 51-3 rout of the Raiders could lead to conversations about Rob Ray scoring against Toronto in the conference finals or Steve Shields dropping the blocker for a goalie fight with Garth Snow.
I have no idea what people who grew up watching the Bills and Sabres during the last decade have to talk about or place on a shelf. That’s a ridiculous shame.