The Buffalo Bills

"The tragedy of life is not that man loses, but that he almost wins"

- Heywood C. Broun

Mr. Broun, you have hit the needle on the head, sir. The needle being the collective soul of all Buffalo Bills fans. Mr. Broun, your quote rings so true, that I am assuming merely reading it, would give any beleaguered Bills enthusiast violent heartburn. (Perhaps the heartburn is derived from the woeful diet of sodium-laced cured meets, and numerous bloat-inducing ales, nonetheless, the burn still presides itself within the heart of the Bill supporter)

Oh Fortuna, how you wreck havoc on the people of Buffalo. Yes, they are blessed with world class wings, at a decent price, however the residents of Buffalo also have, crime, poverty, genital-scarringly cold winters, and the unfortunate distinction of being unofficially known as the "Armpit of America". On top of that heaping mess of misfortune, the once prominent city of Buffalo is home to a team that seems to corrode and break to pieces, in a markedly similar manor to it's once booming steel industry; now drearily known as the "Rust Belt".

Please let them hold a lead. Please let them win a game against a division rival - Oh how they must rue the New Englanders. I would not be surprised if many a Bills fan would gladly pour scalding hot Clam Chowder into the eyes of a Patriots fan; and in many ways it would be justified.

I must say that I am not a diehard fan, however, my worldview causes me to naturally root for the fly to break free of the spiders web, for the gazelle to flee from the lions claws, and for the Bills to actually win a game without depositing hot shit into their beds.

Please Fortuna, bless these Bills. Winter is coming, and a man can only consume so many "pity wings".

MBW