Fear and Loathing in Long Island
April 2007 / Buffalo Sabres vs NY Islanders playoffs
Beasts. Everywhere. It's a good thing I have my trusty guide with me. We step out of our vehicle and onto the dilapidated lot in Uniondale, Long Island. Nassau Coliseum stands like some archaic ruin, except the ancient Roman and Greek ruins are far better managed. My guide carries our hidden snacks and drinks in her deep-pocketed coat. The rain bleats down like the hammer of Colin Campbell on hockey infractions. Even the parking lot emanates some sort of undercurrent of menace. Something lies beneath the surface, under the shoddy gravel and potholes, but I'm not quite sure what it is.
As we enter the hockey building, it is clear I've fallen within the digital ether and landed square into a jungle of beasts. The air at the entrance...