Almost ten years ago, I spent about five months abroad - mostly in Bath, England - studying and attending a program for American students. The program, which was primarily based in the humanities, was atypically small that year. With the enrollment period falling within months of 9/11, the applicant pool was essentially halved by an apparent and understandable aversion to foreign travel. The result was a necessarily tight-knit and somewhat insulated group of students who struggled to embrace their new and brief lives in a foreign but not so foreign country. With the unavoidable and tedious group bonding, I was frequently annoyed with some of my peers and ultimately resistant to hanging out with more than 3 Americans at once. My chosen alternatve was to seek out local culture to immerse myself in. Which, since I was in England and was just 20, was obviously going to be watching English football at the saltiest pub I could find.
The Barrister
Almost ten years ago, I spent about five months abroad - mostly in Bath, England - studying and attending a program for American students. The program, which was primarily based in the humanities, was atypically small that year. With the enrollment period falling within months of 9/11, the applicant pool was essentially halved by an apparent and understandable aversion to foreign travel. The result was a necessarily tight-knit and somewhat insulated group of students who struggled to embrace their new and brief lives in a foreign but not so foreign country. With the unavoidable and tedious group bonding, I was frequently annoyed with some of my peers and ultimately resistant to hanging out with more than 3 Americans at once. My chosen alternatve was to seek out local culture to immerse myself in. Which, since I was in England and was just 20, was obviously going to be watching English football at the saltiest pub I could find.
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_The Apologist
Ouch. For the last four weeks, I’ve attempted to sit down at my computer and somehow put down my thoughts from four different discouraging Bills losses. Clearly I’ve failed multiple times. But honestly, every week, this is the best I can come up with for in-depth commentary… Ouch. The Scizz
As some of you avid readers may remember, during the exciting Sabres off-season, I did some hard hitting journalistic research to see what many of our current and former Sabres players were up to in their lives. It took hours upon hours of phone calls, e-mails, long road trips, and preparing legal documentation in order to construct the posts known as "Buffalo Sabres: Where Are They Now?". Also, that's all a lie and it took only about an hour of compiling tweets from fellow bloggers, and making up several more on my own. But we're a blog, so who gives a shit, right? After the success of that series (which shall return one day), I decided to ask for some help from a few fellow bloggers again in discovering what many current and former Sabres are thankful for this holiday season. I should also note that I was going to do this with WGR employees, but most comments required them becoming red dots on a Google map, so I decided to pass for several legal reasons. _The Barrister
Dear god, this has been an absolutely atrocious couple weeks of Buffalo sport, and needless to say it has made it very difficult to sit down and try to care about any of the day-to-day goings on of any of our teams (except Liverpool; those guys are alright). Even my Saturday morning stab at Sabres content fell flat, I think, as I simply couldn't manage to get myself excited about a team at the top of its division. We'll get out of this funk soon. I promise. Either way, given the holding pattern of opinion here at the Deeg (I mean, did you listen to our CrapTastiCast #18? Jeebus. This is almost worse than our struggles through the content-scarce offseason), there is something I can get legitimately excited about. And no, I don't mean the new Muppets movie. I have a dream, folks. And it's to #OcuppyNassau. El Yachtero Ah yes. Another edition of the poorly run Dear God Why Us Sports CrapTastiCast. This marks the 18th episode of this rambling, incoherent, and pointless drivel we like to call a podcast. In an effort to focus our efforts, we decided to split the squad up and record two podcasts, merging the final product at the end. In theory, this was a great idea. In practice, it descended into conversations about subway masturbation, the Red Zone channel, a lot of random music, and a (shockingly) brief analysis of the woeful Bills by The Barrister and The Apologist. (Editor's Note: Apologies for the shitty sound quality of the is episode, it was the first time recording on our own with my shitty laptop and lack of a real mic. Also, Yachter plays entire songs instead of clips. Ingenious.) I'm sorry in advance for ruining the auditory portion of your Tuesday. Kisses and I love you all. You can download it from Libsyn meow. You can dowload it from Steve Jobs' F you to Napster & the Record Industry at the same time meow: Or fuck it, we'll do it live: _The Barrister
It's been a tough, weird and frustrating couple of weeks, both in life and in sport - and, even more so perhaps, in the overlap between life and sport - and as for our Buffalo Sabres, I'm having a hard time knowing what to say about this frustrating yet heartening group of players upon whom we have collectively placed so much of our hope and expectation. The upside, as I am finding more and more as I try to wrap my head around this Sabres team (and, of course, the Bills and the US Men's Soccer Team and Liverpool Football Club) is that there is still much to be decided about each and every one of those teams and their potential for success. No matter how cynical I am about the chances of watching any one of my teams raise a trophy anytime soon, there is a comfort in knowing that I - myself - have no effect on these futures yet to come, and that the only thing required of me is that I sit and wait. _The Barrister
Note: This was written almost exclusively on my smartphone, and then hastily spackled together as soon as I had access to a working laptop. Needless to say, my current commitment to cogent argument is about as strong as Tyler Myers's commitment to completing passes out of the zone. Nailed it. Let's get something out of the way early, shall we? The Sabres are a good hockey team. For all the griping amongst the fanbase about defensive lapses or offensive slumps or goaltending performances - all of which can cause their fair share of hair-pulling in any given game - there is enough talent on the team that I am generally willing to believe that this team will put together enough wins to get into the playoffs and make a decent run of it. I'm excited about that. That caveat out of the way, the Sabres deeper and more fundamental problem as I see it, and has been shouted from the mountaintops in the 19 or so hours since last night's festival of suck - rearing it's ugly head early in the season, familiar to fans of this team who cherish grit and heart and pride and self-preservation up and down the roster - is testicular. In other words, this team needs to sack the fuck up. The Scizz This is going to be a short one. My mind has been elsewhere, and in all honesty, the idea of football and all organized sports has been totally put on the back burner this week (although I did watch both Sabres games). Last week's loss to the Jets sucked. That's all I can muster. If you want more, check out my recap, or head over to Buffalo Wins to hear Joe and I talk about it on his podcast. On to the week 10 preview against Big D, or as some assholes would have you believe, "America's team". Really? America's team? FUCK. THAT. NOISE. The Dallas Cowboys are one of the most hated franchises in all of sports. How the hell could anyone ever say they are the team that represents the U.S.? Then again, the team, much like the Jets, has spent the last 20 years employing d-bags like Jimmie Johnson, Tony Romo, Troy Aikman, Michael Irvin, and because he went to Alabama, I assume Felix Jones. Therefore, since I think as a nation we are mostly d-bags, maybe they ARE America's team. Yup, profound generalizations about an entire nation and organization. Everyone else is doing it this week, so I figured I'd jump in. As the Yachtsman told me on Tuesday night, if the Bills win this game, they will prove they are the real deal, but if they get trounced, it's lights out (Merriman reference!). Seems pretty simple, but I tend to agree. Last week displayed how Buffalo can still be easily out-played and out-coached. As much as the Cincy and Giants losses hurt, this one was the first devastating loss of the year. It was the first time the Bills looked like the team we all thought we would see this year. They have to respond. They have to mimic the Jets and Giants, two teams that have looked to be in deep trouble this year, but then turned it around with some big, impressive wins. The Bills need this in order to prove to themselves that they are a team capable of a playoff run, and to prove to us that this is not the same old Buffalo Bills. But the Cowboys need this too. At 4 - 4, they desperately need to jump back into the division/wild card hunt. Their loss to the Eagles was an embarrassment, and the Giants have bounced back to become a major contender in the NFC. We are dealing with two teams that are out to prove something. And as Mr. Lebowski told the Dude, the bums will always lose. Let's see which team plays the role of "the bums" this week, and which one plays the role of Lebowski's Little Urban Achievers. Wait, was that racist? Ah fuck it, I can't tell anymore. With that being said, I look forward to enjoying this week's game with the Scizette's family in Jersey; Giants fans who HATE the Cowboys. Always fun when fans of two teams can get together and share their hate for another sports franchise altogether. This is how family bonds are made. That, and heavy consumption of stuffing and whiskey on Thanksgiving. More on that another day. A few more thoughts before I wrap this up: -The Bills lost Kyle Williams for good this week, so that sucks. It's your D now Mr. Dareus, time to step up. -Buffalo also lost Mr. Consistency (most of the time?), Rian Lindell, and signed kicker Dave Rayner, who coincidentally, served me at Boson Market last Wednesday afternoon! -The offensive line still looked solid last week. I expect nothing less in week 10, especially with Levitre and Hairston totally healthy. I never expected to ever type that last sentence. -Fred Jackson needs another big game. Duh. 20-25 carries and MORE FUCKING SCREEN PASSES, CHAAAAAAAAAAAAN! -Stop throwing deep to Donald Jones. You have Stevie Johnson, and two enormous targets in David Nelson and Scott Chandler. I love DoJo, but the guy is way to small to be the deep threat that Fitz hopes he is. -Demarco Murray is the real deal. There is a chance this kid could go nuts on the Defense. Then again, there is a chance that Lee Smith has a breakout game and catches four touchdowns. I'm an idiot. -I just deleted a whole paragraph making disparaging remarks about a certain moron who writes for the Buffalo News. Take your pick. I'm going to save that expose for another day. -Jerry Jones is a fucking asshole. Seriously, how could anyone like a billionaire owner who overspends for ridiculous things and causes the fans to put the franchise up on a pedestal wait a minute forget I ever said anything moving on. With that, I'd normally say follow me on twitter, but due to the stupidity of humans, and my own mental health, I am taking a sabbatical from the tweet machine. Follow the Deeg though, those guys are alright. Go Bills, and enjoy this clip of Chris Cox doing his amazing Jerry Jones impression on Sklarbro Country. Oh, and my new favorite musical artist, J.D. Mcpherson. How does that voice come out of that guy? I love it. The Yachtsman I know many of you were expecting some sort of recap of the Jets game this week, but more responsibility has been heaped upon me at work, so things have been pretty hectic here at One Bills Drive Apartment B BK NYC. The First Niagara Man Cave has been vacant since my last post. My apologies. What I can give you is a brief run down of some shit that I've been thinking about. ANALYSIS: STRONG POINT OF THE BLOG. - Podcast/CrapTastiCast/Posting: last week I was back in Tuffalo (don't ask), and the first thing my mother said to me was "so I listened to all 52 minutes of your Crappy Cast.....I believe I counted 167 fucks......but other than that I liked it!" followed immediately by my old man "Jesus do ya have to use so many swears? It's just classless." So Mom & Dad read/listen to the blog/cast. That's encouraging/frightening/embarrassing. Also, apologies for not bestowing another delightful CrapTastiCast on you this week. It's all Megs' fault. She's been too busy Occupying Wall Street (not joking). - Sabres: Met up with Scizzer for that barn burner of a Sabre match against the WINNIPEG JETS (suck it 3rd Man In! No more Southern Hockey!) on whatever night it was on. First, Ryan Miller is at least maddeningly inconsistent, so there's that. Also, I love OT wins. Also also, why the shit are we so off the wall at home? Also thrice, Kelly's Sports Bar in the East Village is no place for a human being. I refuse to stand pat any longer and accept this romanticizing of that place. It is a garbage hole. The toilets are shut down and I'm pretty sure I felt the floor collapse slightly at one point. I do not look forward to watching the next 67 games there. (Of course I'm going to though because they put the sound on and the people there are great and the bartenders are awesome and it provides my friends a break from me forcing them to drink at expensive craft beer bars....but seriously how does that place pass building code??) - Bills: RAGE. I understand dropping a turd here and there is going to happen at least once a season for many teams, but for reals Chanworth, you can't let your squad shit the bed that hard against a divisional rival at home. It's just not right. Especially when fans are dropping $100+ on scalped tickets and treating it like the Superbowl. HAVE THEM READY TO PLAY. Also, NFL officials are easily the biggest joke in all of sports. The idea that these guys are still part timers determining the on field fates of $1 billion+ enterprises is atrocious. Finally, the playcalling blew and the execution was almost as bad. Way to lay a steamer on the fan base, guys. - Final: Alright, Yachtswoman is evil eyeing me because I am postponing our hike, so here's my final thoughts: Big D is still Big D, and Big D at home is still fairly intimidating no matter if they're 8-0 or 0-8. The Sabres look like they're putting something nice together, so it remains to be seen whether or not they can keep it up (Apologist-esque comment....NEVER TAKE A SIDE APS, NEVER TAKE A SIDE). Predictions for tomorrow? I think the clunker continues with a 31-17 defeat of our lovely Bills at the hands of the OG dreamy mouthbreather QB, Tony Romo. However, I think the Sabres will give the champs a game tonight, maybe even pull off the win. They look like they're coming together whilst the Bills look like they're losing all that glorious momentum they had way back in early October. Sorry for the doom and gloom. I love you all. SIDENOTE: STAY TUNED HERE FOR A SICK TRACK FROM THE APOLOGIST'S LITTLE BROTHER. WE'RE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET IT TO YOU IN LIEU OF THE PODCAST THIS WEEK. #EVCREPRESENT below is another creepy video yet awesome song from The Yachtsman. The Apologist For years, the expectation levels for the Bills & Sabres existed largely in a sort of low, gray area. Their consistent mediocrity broken up occasional by flashes of near goodness had lulled us all into a place where we never expect them to be great until we get a whiff of the idea that they might be. That doesn’t necessarily mean our expectations were raised, so much as our excitement level was. When the Bills went 4-0 in 2008, deep down in our heart of hearts, I think we all feared the worst. And unfortunately, our worst fears were realized. For better or worse, we’d all grown accustomed to and comfortable with these expectations, partially because we never had any reason to anticipate them changing. But that was before 2011. From the Sabres’ purchase by a billionaire dead set on turning them into a perennial championship threat, to the Bills’ surprising start with a team of low draft picks and castoffs, this year the expectation level of Buffalo fans has risen to a level we’ve arguably never seen. Maybe I’m not old/smart enough to make that statement. I’m sure there have been other brief periods where people thought both the Bills and Sabres had a good shot of not just reaching the playoffs, but of going deep. But it’s not just that people expect it this season, they seem to be demanding it. Fans are always going to feel like the teams they root for owe them this. We all want to believe that the money from our taxes, tickets and t-shirts is going towards an organization that has winning as it’s number one priority. Of course, back in the real world, we all know this isn’t the case and sadly in recent years, our teams have usually been one of the first you use to prove this fact. But that was before Terry Pegula. His money is the direct cause for the shift in expectations for our beloved Sabres. This fracker has put us up in the category of big spenders and many fans have come to expect big spender results. But what everyone seems to want to ignore is that that’s what we’re seeing. Ask the New York Mets what spending a lot of money can get you. Ask the Redskins. Ask the Knicks. For the Bills, it’s a little different. No one was expecting much when the season started. The only thing you could call a major change in personnel was the release of veteran wideout Lee Evans. But when the Bills opened their season with three wins, the third being our first victory over the Patriots in 8 years, it became impossible for fans not to start expecting a bit more from them. Of course, fans have every right to expect whatever they want from these teams. This is still America. But I’m just asking some of us to take a step back from the criticism we seem all to eager to hurl at our teams these days. But why all this frustration? Why is everyone clamoring to trade Ryan Miller? Why is everyone flabbergasted at Gailey getting outcoached by one of the better coaches of this era (sorry, Scizz)? Are these really reasonable reactions to be having? Look, maybe it’s lame for the Apologist to urge people to have a “stop and smell the roses” moment, but for fuck’s sake cynics, stop and smell the friggin roses. Right now, the Bills are tied for the division lead. As of today, only Dallas and Toronto have more wins than the Sabres. (If you had either of these teams making the playoffs this year, raise your hand. Hey, put your hand down. Just stop.) The players are always going to bear the brunt of a frustrating start, particularly if you signed a lucrative contract. But what exactly changes about players when they sign these big deals? How is it reasonable to expect them to accomplish more when you know they didn’t suddenly receive a boost in talent when they signed a contract? I understand fans getting worked up over Leino essentially being nowhere to be found most games, but how is it that the same heat isn’t being felt by Darcy Regier? And yes, there is a goal controversy. But is it really a problem? We have two great goaltenders right now. Screw anyone who disagrees with that. Ryan Miller was as much a part of the team that battled it’s way into the playoffs last year as anyone. And do I really need to remind anyone that the man had two shutouts in one round against the Flyers? Yes, he had a clunker in the clinching game, but the ease with which so many fans seem to be ready to trade the goalie who has carried us for the last six years astounds me. But let’s turn the page back to One Bills Drive. For the Bills, I’m not sure that the expectation level is rising, so much as our desperation. One thing that has surprised me a lot this year is that in a season where Ralph just made his very first appearance at a home game, I’ve barely discussed life after his death with any of my fellow fans. That was once a top 3 topic every time you conversed with a Bills fan in previous years. 1. Who the fuck is our quarterback? 2. Why the fuck are we playing in Toronto? 3. When the shit is Ralph gonna die and what the fuck are we gonna do? (We Bills fans find ourselves cursing a lot when we discuss the team, but you already knew that.) Yachtsman is fighting a rage blackout. I think people have buried their feelings about Ralph underneath a mountain of expectations for a team that hasn’t been to the playoffs in 12 years. And that fear of the team leaving any day now makes not squandering this season’s opportunity feel all the more dire. Still, when you take a step back and look at the Bills this year, only a pessimist could call anything they’ve done truly disappointing. The losses have almost all been ugly, but at this time last season we were 0-8. Let me repeat that. This time a year ago, we had yet to win a single game. And let’s not forget, other than their record, there’s not a whole lot different about last year’s team and this year’s team other than age and experience. Maybe our worst fears will be realized someday soon, but to call this year’s turnaround anything but a massive improvement is crazy. And with an owner on the other side of the Skyway doing everything he can to win, it’s foolish to think things aren’t going anywhere but up for these teams. Of course, I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. There are still plenty of games left to be played for the Bills. But let’s not let this year’s accomplishments get lost. We finally have a core on offense worthy of praise. Our head coach has bested Bill Belichick, Andy Reid and Mike Shanahan in the same season. The entire team plays with a passion and determination that we haven’t seen in a long time. Say what you will about their talent level and at times playcalling, but you cannot question their heart or their desire to win. And sure, the opening to the Sabres’ season has at times looked all too reminiscent of other sloppy starts. But did you notice that the Detroit Red Wings just went 0-5-1 a week ago? Do you think anyone in Detroit is ready to start shipping out players? think back to the team that won the President’s Trophy in 2007. Many of our current leaders were on that squad. Ask them what it meant to have the league’s best record after 82 games. When you’re old and gray, are you gonna fondly tell your grandkids about the year the Sabres won the most games in franchise history then got bounced 4-1 in the Conference Finals by our old pals, the Senators? Look, I don’t want to come across like I know better. I can get as excitable as anyone over the little things and maybe writing this is as much a wake-up call for me as anyone. Surely there are plenty of reasons to expect more out of these teams now. I just want to remind everyone not to let our fears of what the future may hold ruin the excitement of what’s happening now. Our teams are playing great. Bills games in mid-November mean far more than how good a shot we have at drafting Andrew Luck. The Sabres are emerging as a popular destination for future talent and are as poised as anyone to take a run at Lord You-Know-Who’s You-Know-What. Yes, the endings to these seasons might be as rocky as ever, but let’s try to appreciate how much better the ride has become. |
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