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The mediocrity of the Buffalo Bills. Dreary season after dreary season, through mealy mouth coaches and loud mouth coaches, through GMs old and young, through a frugal owner to a free spending owner, through high first round picks and no first round picks, we continue to be monumentally mediocre.
You've heard of the Monsters of the Midway? Well meet the Bills, the midgets of the middle. Records ranging from 6-10 to the very occasional 9-7 are the norm. Our last playoff appearance goes back to the last millennium. Some teams excite. We exist.
The Bills are sometimes disappointing, ofttimes frustrating, occasionally the source of high expectations, but ALWAYS mediocre. For Bills' fans, April showers bring May crabgrass, Santa leaves us a pair of argyle socks, and every cloud has a dark and threatening lining.
Even teams worse than us - think Cleveland and Detroit, among others - rise up and make the playoffs once every decade or so. The last time we rose up to make a postseason appearance, the Music City Miracle put us into a miserable miasma of mediocrity. Where we remain to this sad day, almost 16 long years later.
As I watched yesterday's debacle, I drank several toasts (what else can you do, when being subjected to pure, unadulterated nothingness) to the Bills' MMF - the Most Mediocre Franchise in the NFL.
You've heard of the Monsters of the Midway? Well meet the Bills, the midgets of the middle. Records ranging from 6-10 to the very occasional 9-7 are the norm. Our last playoff appearance goes back to the last millennium. Some teams excite. We exist.
The Bills are sometimes disappointing, ofttimes frustrating, occasionally the source of high expectations, but ALWAYS mediocre. For Bills' fans, April showers bring May crabgrass, Santa leaves us a pair of argyle socks, and every cloud has a dark and threatening lining.
Even teams worse than us - think Cleveland and Detroit, among others - rise up and make the playoffs once every decade or so. The last time we rose up to make a postseason appearance, the Music City Miracle put us into a miserable miasma of mediocrity. Where we remain to this sad day, almost 16 long years later.
As I watched yesterday's debacle, I drank several toasts (what else can you do, when being subjected to pure, unadulterated nothingness) to the Bills' MMF - the Most Mediocre Franchise in the NFL.
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