50 years of masochism

The next day.

Well Doc, the last thing I remember is the Bills had just scored and we were up 9-0. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a brew. I thought to myself 'maybe this is premature'. I walked back into the great room. Missed extra point. From that point on, it gets a little foggy. The red light I had been seeing faded away. I began to feel a familiar pain, a non-jestable wound that will become another scar although nobler than most to prove once again my loyalty and my willingness to wait yet another year.

The day after that

After a day of malaise I came to the inevitable conclusion that this isn't just about football anymore and it hasn't been for a long, long time.

Today

Go Bills