The Wagons are Burning
Forget Circling the Wagons, they are on fire and former fans all over the Niagara Frontier are bailing.
I survived the 2-14 pre-Kelly years as a prepubescent Bills fan. The thrills during the runs to the Super Bowls helped buoy me when dealing with the heartache of their outcomes. The quarterback carousel from 1996 to the present has been tough to swallow; somehow I have found the way to soldier on, bleeding Red and Blue wherever I called home.
The Music City forward pass, that took a while to shake off. I am not going to lie every time they show that low-light it stings. But I persevered. Through the Jason Peters contract standoff, to the losses of Pat Williams and Antoine Winfield to free agency, through the “Whitner 8th? over Ngata?, WTF”, and “Please, not Aaron Maybin, not Aaron Maybin, not Aaro..”‘With the 11th pick in the draft the Buffalo Bills select, Aaron Maybin, Defensive End, Penn State.’ I maintained my loyalty. “Shhhhhhheeeeeettttt”*
I thought I had endured enough. Sure I was disappointed that the Bills could not rate better than the Nix/Gailey combo this past offseason, but I had hope. These were football men, who knew talent, 50 plus years experience between the two. Then they showed me they don’t have a clue.
It Was Kelsay, at One Bills Drive, with a Overblown Contract; that would be how my death as a Bills fan would be reported in the game of Clue. For a fleeting moment Chris Kelsay killed me as a Bills fan. 36 years of love and commitment brought me back, but I came back fundamentally broken. I am still a Bills fan, but to quote a crappy warmed up film franchise, [being a Bills fan], “Is not as easy as it used to be”.**
*Clay Davis changed the word for me…
**Now I know I am upset, quoting “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull”.