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We are Bills fans which means, among many other things, we have known the sting of sadistic irony like no other fans in the league.

 

We had perhaps the greatest running back in the history of the game on our roster and in our hearts for decades. He was our one claim to NFL immortality and what happens? He goes and murders two people and gets away with it. So instead of being able to proudly brag about his exploits as a Buffalo Bill, we have to tuck away our memories of his great running into a deep hole somewhere.

 

We make it to four Super Bowls in a row. Without a doubt one of the greatest achievments of any sports franchise. Rather than being able to treasure that accomplishment and toss it into the face of the Dolphins fan on the next bar stool, we have to suffer the irony of having lost all four. What does that make us? The best team of its era or the worst also ran of all time?

 

We support our team like no other fans in the league, regularly at the top of the attendance charts despite having the smallest market and some of the worst weather in the league. Despite our rabid support, whenever an article is written about some large city without a franchise looking to steal a team, Buffalo is at the top of the list. It seems the more we support the team, the closer we come to losing the team to Los Angeles or Toronto or some other Megatropolis.

 

Into this upside down, inside out town of silver clouds and dark linings comes one Willis McGahee. A great college back who had, in his senior year, one of the most productive and amazing years of any running back. He led his team on a tear through the college ranks that should have, would have, could have but did not, lead to a national championship. The greatest player, on the greatest team in their greatest game suffered the worst nationally televised knee injury in the history of sports. His team loses the championship because it couldn't do with a substitute the one thing McGahee excelled at more that at any other running back task: punching it over from the goal line. So mind bogglingly close and yet so far, far away from glory.

 

Given the sadistic irony of his senior year, what better team for Willis McGahee to end up on than the Kings of sadistic irony, the Buffalo Bills? Perhaps fate has finally decided to cut the Bills a break. Perhaps the days of "wide right", "no goal", "if it don't fit you must acquit" and "the Music City Robbery" are about to end. What better way for the sports tragedy that is Buffalo to finally be embraced by redemption than to be led to the promised land by a running back who has known the suffering of obscene misfortune, who has endured the pains of endless rehabilitations?

 

It is time for a comeback my friends. This battered but never beaten team will be led by its battered but never beaten running back to the promised land and this time, it will comeback with a championship.

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We are Bills fans which means, among many other things, we have known the sting of sadistic irony like no other fans in the league. 

 

We had perhaps the greatest running back in the history of the game on our roster and in our hearts for decades.  He was our one claim to NFL immortality and what happens?  He goes and murders two people and gets away with it.  So instead of being able to proudly brag about his exploits as a Buffalo Bill, we have to tuck away our memories of his great running into a deep hole somewhere.

 

We make it to four Super Bowls in a row.  Without a doubt one of the greatest achievments of any sports franchise.  Rather than being able to treasure that accomplishment and toss it into the face of the Dolphins fan on the next bar stool, we have to suffer the irony of having lost all four.  What does that make us?  The best team of its era or the worst also ran of all time?

 

We support our team like no other fans in the league, regularly at the top of the attendance charts despite having the smallest market and some of the worst weather in the league.  Despite our rabid support, whenever an article is written about some large city without a franchise looking to steal a team, Buffalo is at the top of the list.  It seems the more we support the team, the closer we come to losing the team to Los Angeles or Toronto or some other Megatropolis.

 

Into this upside down, inside out town of silver clouds and dark linings comes one Willis McGahee.  A great college back who had, in his senior year, one of the most productive and amazing years of any running back.  He led his team on a tear through the college ranks that should have, would have, could have but did not, lead to a national championship.  The greatest player, on the greatest team in their greatest game suffered the worst nationally televised knee injury in the history of sports.  His team loses the championship because it couldn't do with a substitute the one thing McGahee excelled at more that at any other running back task: punching it over from the goal line.  So mind bogglingly close and yet so far, far away from glory.

 

Given the sadistic irony of his senior year, what better team for Willis McGahee to end up on than the Kings of sadistic irony, the Buffalo Bills?  Perhaps fate has finally decided to cut the Bills a break.  Perhaps the days of "wide right", "no goal", "if it don't fit you must acquit" and "the Music City Robbery" are about to end.  What better way for the sports tragedy that is Buffalo to finally be embraced by redemption than to be led to the promised land by a running back who has known the suffering of obscene misfortune, who has endured the pains of endless rehabilitations? 

 

It is time for a comeback my friends.  This battered but never beaten team will be led by its battered but never beaten running back to the promised land and this time, it will comeback with a championship.

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We are Bills fans which means, among many other things, we have known the sting of sadistic irony like no other fans in the league. 

 

We had perhaps the greatest running back in the history of the game on our roster and in our hearts for decades.  He was our one claim to NFL immortality and what happens?  He goes and murders two people and gets away with it.  So instead of being able to proudly brag about his exploits as a Buffalo Bill, we have to tuck away our memories of his great running into a deep hole somewhere.

 

We make it to four Super Bowls in a row.  Without a doubt one of the greatest achievments of any sports franchise.  Rather than being able to treasure that accomplishment and toss it into the face of the Dolphins fan on the next bar stool, we have to suffer the irony of having lost all four.  What does that make us?  The best team of its era or the worst also ran of all time?

 

We support our team like no other fans in the league, regularly at the top of the attendance charts despite having the smallest market and some of the worst weather in the league.  Despite our rabid support, whenever an article is written about some large city without a franchise looking to steal a team, Buffalo is at the top of the list.  It seems the more we support the team, the closer we come to losing the team to Los Angeles or Toronto or some other Megatropolis.

 

Into this upside down, inside out town of silver clouds and dark linings comes one Willis McGahee.  A great college back who had, in his senior year, one of the most productive and amazing years of any running back.  He led his team on a tear through the college ranks that should have, would have, could have but did not, lead to a national championship.  The greatest player, on the greatest team in their greatest game suffered the worst nationally televised knee injury in the history of sports.  His team loses the championship because it couldn't do with a substitute the one thing McGahee excelled at more that at any other running back task: punching it over from the goal line.  So mind bogglingly close and yet so far, far away from glory.

 

Given the sadistic irony of his senior year, what better team for Willis McGahee to end up on than the Kings of sadistic irony, the Buffalo Bills?  Perhaps fate has finally decided to cut the Bills a break.  Perhaps the days of "wide right", "no goal", "if it don't fit you must acquit" and "the Music City Robbery" are about to end.  What better way for the sports tragedy that is Buffalo to finally be embraced by redemption than to be led to the promised land by a running back who has known the suffering of obscene misfortune, who has endured the pains of endless rehabilitations? 

 

It is time for a comeback my friends.  This battered but never beaten team will be led by its battered but never beaten running back to the promised land and this time, it will comeback with a championship.

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AMEN my Bills Bro...

 

I think you need to shout this out from in front of a fighter jet, ala Bill Pullman in Independence Day...

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Was it over when the germans bombed Pearl Harbor?

 

But seriously, you are right. It's time for a little positive thought around here. One gets sick of all the negative stuff that certain folks are so fond of.

 

 

We are Bills fans which means, among many other things, we have known the sting of sadistic irony like no other fans in the league. 

 

We had perhaps the greatest running back in the history of the game on our roster and in our hearts for decades.  He was our one claim to NFL immortality and what happens?  He goes and murders two people and gets away with it.  So instead of being able to proudly brag about his exploits as a Buffalo Bill, we have to tuck away our memories of his great running into a deep hole somewhere.

 

We make it to four Super Bowls in a row.  Without a doubt one of the greatest achievments of any sports franchise.  Rather than being able to treasure that accomplishment and toss it into the face of the Dolphins fan on the next bar stool, we have to suffer the irony of having lost all four.  What does that make us?  The best team of its era or the worst also ran of all time?

 

We support our team like no other fans in the league, regularly at the top of the attendance charts despite having the smallest market and some of the worst weather in the league.  Despite our rabid support, whenever an article is written about some large city without a franchise looking to steal a team, Buffalo is at the top of the list.  It seems the more we support the team, the closer we come to losing the team to Los Angeles or Toronto or some other Megatropolis.

 

Into this upside down, inside out town of silver clouds and dark linings comes one Willis McGahee.  A great college back who had, in his senior year, one of the most productive and amazing years of any running back.  He led his team on a tear through the college ranks that should have, would have, could have but did not, lead to a national championship.  The greatest player, on the greatest team in their greatest game suffered the worst nationally televised knee injury in the history of sports.  His team loses the championship because it couldn't do with a substitute the one thing McGahee excelled at more that at any other running back task: punching it over from the goal line.  So mind bogglingly close and yet so far, far away from glory.

 

Given the sadistic irony of his senior year, what better team for Willis McGahee to end up on than the Kings of sadistic irony, the Buffalo Bills?  Perhaps fate has finally decided to cut the Bills a break.  Perhaps the days of "wide right", "no goal", "if it don't fit you must acquit" and "the Music City Robbery" are about to end.  What better way for the sports tragedy that is Buffalo to finally be embraced by redemption than to be led to the promised land by a running back who has known the suffering of obscene misfortune, who has endured the pains of endless rehabilitations? 

 

It is time for a comeback my friends.  This battered but never beaten team will be led by its battered but never beaten running back to the promised land and this time, it will comeback with a championship.

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But we already had a probowl, future HOF running back on our roster. What did we need Willis for? It was a wasted pick. We had a top 5 guy on the roster and now all we have done is pissed him off, make him want to leave. Now we have a often broken loser as our running back.

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But we already had a probowl, future HOF running back on our roster.  What did we need Willis for?  It was a wasted pick.  We had a top 5 guy on the roster and now all we have done is pissed him off, make him want to leave.  Now we have a often broken loser as our running back.

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Was there really a need for you to BF up this thread?

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EXCELLENT post! It is amazing to have such a love for a city and its teams, yet the objections of that affection are forever disrespected, ridiculed and disparaged.

 

Our pride is our strength. And our faith shall one day be rewarded.

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But we already had a probowl, future HOF running back on our roster.  What did we need Willis for?  It was a wasted pick.  We had a top 5 guy on the roster and now all we have done is pissed him off, make him want to leave.  Now we have a often broken loser as our running back.

I know there are some who claim that Travis is a Pro Bowl RB (hand raised), but "HOF'er?" And who said that McGahee is "a often broken loser?"

 

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Great post, Mickey. Thanks for expressing our feelings.

Redemption is indeed an elusive mistress to the Bill's franchise and it's fans, but hope springs eternal in Buffalo.

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