People must really enjoy something if life feels like it sucks even more than usual after it’s done. The absence of opportunities for triumph aches even more during this extended crash from the postseason high. Yet nobody’s jealous of Texans fans despite their unfortunate season teaching an important lesson about woeful cruelty. I’m glad to follow a team that inspires aspiration, especially since it’s one that’s frequently taught the virtue of patience through endless melancholy.
Playoff merchandise is only ostensibly obsolete. An AFC East champion shirt worn during snowy Buffalo spring allows the wearer and all those who see it to remember a mild cherished glory achieved just a few months ago. Everyone encountering the garment gets to wallow in nostalgia. Who couldn’t use a break from semipermanent shackling?
A pair of bonus wins remains a nice diversion. Making the final four is like remembering a Saturday concert after returning to performing tasks in exchange for currency. Those are events where people gathered to hear live music if you can remember.
Life’s best parts are the ones that distract from it. The need to escape the everyday is surely a sign that our world is designed just perfectly. Complain to whoever set up this universe.
Returning to typical daily drudgery is especially distressing during an atypical year. One’s eyes might still be staring at a webcam or residential wall, but the mind remains focused on what football will be like in what we convince ourselves is the near future.
Happy memories during sad times beat not having anything fond in mind. Sounding like a motivational poster is acceptable in rare occasions where trauma is constant. Don’t cry because it’s over, and so forth. People could use a little bit of sentimentality at a rather harsh time that doesn’t seem eager to end.
We miss something precisely because it was worthwhile. The only thing better would be to have an amazing occurrence still here. A ceaseless presence is tricky with sports, what with a championship signaling the season’s end and players needing a bit of rest.
Bills fans continue cherishing a special season as we return to pacing in the living room. The draft wracks fewer nerves when the last batch of games was anxious for the right reason. Our favorite team came through just when we needed excitement from sports the most. Short of bypassing communal depression altogether, this was the time we would’ve picked for a thrilling extended season.
Every bit of optimism now is based on building off a fine Bills year during a rotten regular one. This is as close to an apology as existence provides, so we may as well accept it.
Fun only lasts so long. We knew that it’d come to an end even if there were one more game. The nice part of having a sport on schedule also comes with the downside of knowing when it ends. Relationships aren’t similarly scheduled, at least to my knowledge. Sure, two more wins would have been swell. But the extension of anticipation created extra value at a time when it was even more appreciated. How could advancing after a quarter-century get better?
Dream about the franchise returning to play with reinforcements. We know just when they’ll be back, at least probably. Bet the Bills will compete in the season opener even as the past year or so has conditioned us to anticipate to schedule unscheduled delays. Times were as unreliable as Amtrak last season as games showed up on random weekday evenings. Hoping for an on-time arrival beats dreading punctuality.
Buffalo looks to maintain success as life is back to abnormal. We’re missing what we used to refer to as the everyday. People still haven’t returned to the usual dumb and depressing challenges instead of the special particularly agonizing new routines.
Spending this offseason thinking about building upon what’s already been enjoyed beats ordering the quarterback’s jersey you know your team is taking. Potential feels far more tangible, what with the skilled players and management. Planning how to build on a divisional crown is way more fun than waiting for games while figuring why a 6-10 season contained promise. Why don’t we win all the time? It’s much better. We should also be rich and smart.
Coping with stress from success is the way to go if given the choice. People usually don’t. It’s a good sign when the biggest offseason problem is paying everyone talented. Last year’s Bills gave us the gift of imagining slightly better results. That doesn’t sound particularly stimulating until it applies to the 13-win team we’ve thought about constantly for months. Oh, right: they were really good last year. If you’ve got one nice thing going, keep it up.
Editor’s babble: Thanks, as always, to Anthony Bialy for finding a way to make us smile, even if it’s still snowing in late April. You can find Anthony on Twitter @AnthonyBialy.