The only memory that I have of my grandfather is from the early 80's. I was very young, and sitting in his lap while he watched a Sabres game. I don't remember the game, but I remember Jeanneret's voice doing the play by play, and it always reminds me of my grandfather now. I am almost 50 now, and I can close my eyes and hear his voice in my head and it just instantly takes me back to my childhood, much happier times in the living room in the evenings watching the games..
This is super melancholy news.
lol I did the exact same thing. That and all the unnecessary crap my work installs that I will never use but can't even uninstall the damn shortcuts they slap on my desktop are all jammed in the corner of a monitor off to the side.