Ah, the "Bills bipolar" begins for another year. It's been with me since I was a child and always affects me at this time of year.
Sunday mornings are euphoric, full of excitement and endless possibilities. I love my family and feel glad to be alive.
A few hours later I hate everyone and everything, football has gone to hell and isn't even a sport anymore and I insist I'm going to start reading more instead of watching this garbage.