There’s not much training in training camp. They’re not really camping, either, if you want to be a huge nerd about it. Technical violations of language don’t change the spirit of this football festival. The Buffalo Bills are getting in their 10,000 steps about 80 miles from home, and everyone’s excited for band practice.
Camps in remote locales are the Blockbuster Video stores of the offseason. There are already good things to watch at home. Teams are realizing they own practice facilities next to stadiums. Sleeping in their own beds has become the trend instead of participating in a simulacrum of military training.
Coaches don’t have to imitate drill sergeants anymore. The need to whip players into shape ended during the era when phones had cords. You may have heard about the rather generous salaries today’s players receive. The amounts are big enough that they can afford to train nonstop instead of selling insurance during the offseason.
There’s no reason to head out when there’s so much stuff inside. It’s like patronizing a bar when you have a kegerator. But you may want to just see who else is there.
A public relations event features simulated football. The preparation outings serve as a commercial for Rochester fans. Mafia members get nine chances to see workouts, which are as exciting as what’ll happen during them.
The Bills won’t experience much dorm life. That’s tough on rookies who use it to transition from college, but they’ll enjoy having their own places soon enough.
The excursion to New York’s next region over is a moment for fans as much as it is for players. Presume the pros have studied the playbook this offseason even more than we have. I mean, it’s possible. Those actually participating are expected to keep up on developments for work.
Full-time practice is especially important for those out to get back on track after an aberrant campaign. The Bills strive to avoid being one of those pathetic teams with multi-season missed playoff streaks.
This is a time to think it’ll all be different. Abandoning our urge to recognize patterns is what camp is about. Players try to perform predictably in a different way.
The positivity level fluctuates depending on the date consistently through the years. We’re about to peak. Has it worked out? By percentage, no. But following one of the teams that’s gotten others into the playoffs has never stopped us from returning with more hope.
It’s masochistic to think this time will be different. But the alternative is to spend the summer not thinking about proficient fall football, which is a fate more horrid than ranch with wings.
Breaking Bad didn’t quite get cheerier after the protagonist’s cancer diagnosis in the pilot. Forgetting what’s happened after previous bouts with optimism is part of coping. Life regularly doesn’t work out as desired if you’re looking for a lesson.
Reacting is more important than what happens. We keep pressing on in heroic ignorance of outcomes. Persevering is admirable despite how quitting isn’t really an option. Fans aren’t about to stop following a sport year-round just because it only features 16 games.
Most of the defenders have already camped together. Look forward to a season when the sole new starter is a draft pick I still can’t believe fell to ninth. Only nine percent of the defense really needs to learn how to pay for play. The veterans can count teaching Ed Oliver as initiation.
A nearly intact unit waits patiently as the offense reviews footsteps for its line dance. An electric slide into the season will take far more rehearsal than wedding guests receive.
There are only limited practices in a different area code, which makes them precious. Baseball card manufacturers should have learned that lesson during the 1980s.
Rarity makes every Josh Allen snap valuable, especially since there’s no temptation to let him watch a placeholder. A quarterback whose need for development was built in to his selection treasures a limited run.
Accuracy can only come with repetition. You have to do the correct things over and over, as well: going out with the same kind of jerk once more won’t lead to long-lasting love this time. True happiness takes common interests, like fondness for watching athletes retrace steps.
Pittsford offers a chance to get acquainted with fellow employees. They do have to work together, after all. Limited time in sleepaway camp alleviates homesickness. There’s just enough time to sync their routines in between making boondoggles.
Advertising is an important part of business, as there’s no professional football without customers. Giving fans a glimpse of what’s to come is one of practice’s goals. This is an era where teaser trailers sustain those waiting for the next superhero film. Will the crew stop the villain from punching the globe? The fear applies to Thanos or Bill Belichick.
Another countdown approaches. We’ve spent months looking forward to a convocation which indicates there are only a few months until the season begins. If training camp’s commencement feels exciting, wait until they actually play games.
Editor’s babble: This is the day I miss the old Buffalo Bills Message Board. A fan named “Fleezoid” would post a poem aptly called “The Night Before Training Camp” that was absolutely superb. Well, here we are. Stay tuned for our roundup of camp tweets after each practice and for Dean Kindig’s (@TCBILLS_Astro) “Astro-Notes”. You can also find Anthony on Twitter @AnthonyBialy.