Sabres at Dawn (kind of)

So with the Sabres decidedly not in the playoffs, I've been spending a lot of time watching stress-free playoff hockey. But clearly I cannot be allowed to live without sabres in my life: A group has been getting together, generally in the evening, to fight with lightsabers in my courtyard. They show up for an hour or two, grunt and yell like women's tennis players, and then leave.

To each their own, I suppose.