That’s what we get for feeling excitement. A little bit of joy is apparently the most sinful thing to desire. Feel shame instead. Even we’re not used to this intensity.
Sunday’s felonious thrashing was an atrocious letdown even by Buffalo Bills standards. The shock came in stark contrast to impressive wins this very season. Quadrophenia’s Jimmy is even-keeled compared to this club. There’s bad news for those trying to determine whether the stirring wins or rotten losses are the outliers. Let’s classify the present trend as downward.
The annual pattern of having hopes crushed in November is as predictable as leaves dying. This is how the Bills look after having extra time to prepare? We can’t blame adjustments when they make none.
I’d like to point out many fans spent money they earned on tickets for that Saints game. If you think the defensive train whistle gets irksome while winning, try enduring it during a blowout when it’s echoing against abandoned seats.
There’s one thing that’s worse than the Sabres defense. Unfortunately, it’s another Pegula property that’s supposed to limit gains. I’m tired of using the #OneBuffalo hashtag ironically.
New Orleans held the ball for seven hours. If that sounds impossible, remember that we thought this defense was good.
They never got in the habit of tackling. Circumstances probably aren’t going well if you’re thinking of how to describe how the defense is getting pushed around. If pinball bumpers come to mind, you probably didn’t move up the playoff standings. Drew Brees beat them while running, and he’s 73 with cyborg knees. The Saints lost yards on rushing plays if kneel-downs count.
At least moaning about the defense distracts from the offense. They couldn’t even fake out Manti Te’o. Other than not scoring or stopping it, what went wrong? Fans shouldn’t have to cheer for a strike so there can be replacement players.
Pointless arguments are caused by woeful results. If the Bills don’t want every WGR caller demanding Nathan Peterman starts, they shouldn’t let games sink to the point where the rookie gets to complete a few garbage-time passes.
We’re trying to get excited about Kelvin Benjamin here. The Bills should be counting on him to fill a void that’s been present since Eric Moulds left. The football manual states teams really should have at least two good receivers. But we’ll have to wait another week to see if he can help after boarding the Hindenburg mid-flight.
It’s tough to incorporate a new receiving talent when the starting quarterback manages nine completions. Missing someone with the new guy’s height doesn’t help Tyrod Taylor’s case for making drafting a quarterback wasteful.
Imprecise passing led to Benjamin receiving only one of three passes ostensibly sent his way on the opening drive. And that was his afternoon’s zenith, as he was rarely troubled the rest of the regrettable game. Buffalonians always tell visitors there is so much to do in the area. We may have to convince Benjamin that Sundays aren’t usually that dull.
Football’s all about teammates providing distractions for each other. Neither aspect is presently contributing. I miss optimism from way back in October when I hoped the offense could be decent enough to not drag down their indomitable counterparts. The good news is that one side’s excellent performance wasn’t wasted.
They better not still be treating this as the easy portion, as that’s the surest way to make it difficult. There are no games that can be counted as wins ahead of time in this league, which is especially true with this maddening team.
But Buffalo is running out of chances to show they can triumph when expected. If they can’t beat the Chargers in a half-full soccer stadium with half of those seats sold to visiting or expatriate Bills Mafia associates, it’ll officially signal the switch to being disappointed by hockey.
Perhaps a historical recollection will distract from an all-time disgrace against New Orleans. Nothing in the present inspires optimism, so going back to this team’s first season may bring comfort. The Bills last played the Chargers in Los Angeles 57 years ago and won 32-3, if you feel precedent helps. It doesn’t, but this is a week dedicated to scrounging. I envy fans in 1960 who didn’t have to cope with experience but ache for them knowing what followed.
Looking ahead to an opponent only offers hope so many times. Opportunities are vanishing as a matter of percentage. Improving from the Saints game is easy if you want to remain positive.
Please accept pain in lieu of a decent effort. With a chance to rebound from a crummy Thursday night fiasco, the Bills went a different route and committed a violation against football. Fans are beyond tired of sustaining cheers without justification. The team is supposed to go first.
The only thing worse than waiting is deceptive anticipation. The lines are presently not holding up any better than players behind them. Just let us know if this is the baseline rate. We want to prepare for boozing at the baseline rate if this is the standard rate. We’re used to being crushed. Prolonging it only increases binging.
Editor’s babble: Many thanks to Anthony Bialy for finding some humor in what was a beatdown of epic proportion. You can follow Anthony on Twitter @AnthonyBialy.