We are left, then, holding this waning train of optimism together with our bare hands and the adrenaline we feel when we see Boobie Dixon smile, but together the train remains. Week 16 - SIXTEEN!!!! - is in one week and we have something that Bills teams have rarely give us for the past 15 years, at least after Thanksgiving.
And, perhaps most depressing of all - if for no reason other than the altogether legitimate fear that the Bills might not sniff the playoffs like this again for about five years - no one would be wrong to get heated over the fact that there are at least three games, and as many as five, that the Bills should have won but instead opted to punt on crucial 4th downs, played conservative in the red zone and settled for field goals or failed to stick with running the ball despite the inescapable truth of how awful the Bills depth chart is at the quarterback position. Or all of the above.
Points were left on the field and that may haunt fans and players alike for a while, but it doesn't change where we are.
This team has given us the opportunity to cheer for a miracle. I'm going to fucking enjoy it. I hope we all can.
... And now, because it just popped into my head and I think it's both hilarious and appropriate and whatthefuckever. This movie rules. Go Bills. barrister