1:18 pm: Enjoying one of my last days of vacation. Eating a slice of thin crust from Michael and Angelo's and drinking a Peroni.
1:19 pm: Text received from good friend in Buffalo, simply says "Peters traded to Eagles". I feel disappointed, but somewhat relieved.
1:23 pm: Internet not working. Fuck Time Warner. What the Hell did we get for Peters???
1:25 pm: Text received from same friend, says, "Good riddance, 1st rounder, 4th rounder, and pick next year". I feel excited. 21st pick overall and a 4th, not too bad, plus that might be a 1st or 2nd next year! Eat my ass, Peters!
1:28pm: Internet now working. Realize we only got their 28th and next year's pick is a late rounder. I wish internet was not working. Fuck Time Warner, I need another beer.
1:35pm: Begin to talk myself into it. Peters was never going to play for us again, at least we got something decent. Maybe we can move up!
1:50pm: Read Message Boards. Most Philly fans love it. Most Bills fans hate it. All other message boards think we got hosed. Fuck, I need another beer.
1:53pm: I call The Yachtsman to tell him the news. He is driving through Pennsylvania, and I think twice before telling him in order to not cause extensive road rage and perhaps the death of an innocent Pirates fan. I tell him anyways, and the following conversation ensues:
Me: Dude, we just traded Peters to the Eagles.
Me: No, no. It's not THAT bad. We got a lot... I guess.
Me: Yeah, we got a first and a fourth. Plus a pick next year.
Him: That's not too bad, I guess. Could be worse.
Me: Yeah, but the first rounder is their second one at 28th overall. And the pick next year may not be higher than a sixth.
Him: Ok, that's worse.
(What followed was 30 minutes of trying to convince ourselves everything would be alright. I believe the word cock-monger was used in reference to Russ Brandon)
2:23pm: Cell phone dies and I start wondering who the Hell will play tackle? Kirk Chambers? Move Langston Walker? Draft a new one?
2:38pm: Message boards start talking about how "high" the Bills are on Demetrius Bell. I need another beer.
2:49pm: I wonder where a random message board poster finds out how "high" the organization is on a player, moments after the trade was announced?
2:50pm: I bet Ralph is very high on soup right now. Dick is very high on the Castle of Greyskull. Marshawn is simply very high.
3:00pm: Maybe Bell could be alright. Maybe he is the next Peters!
3:03pm: Realize that even if he is the next Peters, that means he probably leaves in a trade or free agency. I turn on Bell faster than Karl Malone did.
3:27pm: I start getting condolences on facebook from non-Bills fans. My day can't get much sadder than that. I need a bottle of Jameson.
3:33pm: If Bell starts, Jonathan Scott becomes are only back-up tackle on the roster. My day just got sadder. Is there a savior to this dreary Friday?
3:52pm: Wait! What's this? Report says Bills are shopping Chris Kelsay?!?! Mr. 1 and a half sack with the slow-motor and blinding whiteness?!? YES!!!! Rejoice, not everything is a downer today! Get me a beer!