Still in recovery from overconsumption of every sort imaginable, it's probably unsurprising we couldn't get it together for a proper Bills preview this weekend. Yet, fifteen minutes before the most important game of the season that only has important games left, at least one member of the Deeg is foolish enough to watch this game with a shred of optimism. Equally unsurprising that this member is me... known to some as The Viceroy of Hyperbole.
I have equal parts love and hate for this team. A more favorable proportion than any of the rest of my compatriots here, I imagine. But, hope for the best is why we watch, or at least why I watch. Snark and pessimism belie that persistent feeling in my gut; the desire for things to go right for my squad just once.
That feeling will likely dissolve after today, should this team lose. But, now eight minutes before kickoff, I'm delightfully cracking a beer, finding an illegal stream of the game, and crossing my fingers for that hope in to last, if even for just another week.
Let's Go Buffalo.