I love the success. I love the winning and I love the scoring on offense.
Yet part of me finds that this doesn't feel Billsy. I think our identity as a fan base is rooted in heartbreak.
This is the first year where I don't have that sense of deeply rooted dread from waiting for the Bills to find a way to lose a close game.
When I saw Josh complete that shotput pass in the Raider game while in the grasp, I said to myself "that's exactly the kind of play that would have ended in disaster and lost us a game in years past."
It was a weird and wild completion for a first down. I knew our karma had changed them.
That we're doing this in a pandemic season feels eerie like it will somehow be stolen from us by fate. Being in Canada and not being able to cross the border and enjoy what might be the best Bills football in my latter adulthood feels unjust.
If we go for a deep playoff run it will be ironic not to be on hand for it even in a Buffalo bar