See, this is why I am always glass half empty with the Bills. People call me a cynical old misery which is probably true, but when we started to get blown out last night I wasn't surprised or angered or crying into my whiskey glass. I just snorted, said "ah what an a** whooping" and went to bed.
People say that's a miserable way to follow your team but I think it's way better than people like that caller. He probably settled down in front of the TV expecting the Bills to blow out the Ravens like they did the Jags, and it was no doubt a slap in the face for him when the opposite happened.
I know there are people who are wildly optimistic and also handle the losses well, and they're the ones we should all aspire to be, but I'm not one of them. I'll just fully expect another humiliation at the hands of the Texans, with Diggs getting over 100 yards and 2 scores, that way if we win the game I'll be on cloud 9