And so it fucking goes, like the sands of time through my asshole, these are the things we spend time doing on a Sunday afternoon, then rationalize away on Sunday night and into Monday morning.
"They really played pretty well and pushed a likely playoff team to the brink" or some such tweet, sent into the ether of our shared understanding that this still feels pretty shitty, however we opt to sugarcoat it. Hoping for motherfucking better days has never worked out quite as well as we've hoped, but still... admitting that the present, assured reality is a waste doesn't feel too good either.
Welp.
We buck the fuck up, as always, and raise a glass to the Bills in Week 6 ... pretty ok, great for a few brief seconds separated by really bad at times, but way more fun than any of us feared, and achieving that all for another week of football.
#blessed