On a night when it appeared Ryan Miller wouldn’t give an inch, Miroslav Satan found enough room in the Sabres net to move in a family of three — dog, toaster oven, and backyard swing set included — in the split second or two before he fired home his winning goal. (Full article: 979 words)

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