See? Do you see what I mean? This is what it means to be a Bills fan. You smarmy, overbearing Cub fans couldn’t handle it, because when they rip your heart out and stomp on it, you can still go back to your trendy little North Side watering holes. When the Bills kick us in the groin we go back to this.
At least the Lions have the decency not to get Detroit’s hopes up. They’re just lousy every year, and they can still find some comfort in hoisting Lord Stanley’s Cup every few years.
The hardest part to take is that when America tires of laughing at our football team, they laugh at our weather. But you know what? We can take it. God help us but we have had a lifetime of getting beat up for our lunch money by the Miami’s and Dallas’ and other glamorous warm weather places that look so much prettier. So what else is new?
So we lost. So what? Even if we won, we would still have to look at this in the mirror the next morning.
Look, I understand it’s just a stupid football game, played by millionaires. I know that the real desolation inside of Buffalo and Western New York is the result of a half century of bad decisions by local business and government leaders. It is also the result of economic forces far beyond our control. I get all that. But on Monday night I still stood on the back porch looking up at the stars asking “Why God? Why can’t we win one for a change?”
Job was a Bills Fan