Threshold

Since this is my first post here and I wanted to start out with a whopper. So if you are looking for a discussion on who is going to step up at OLB, or how overrated the Jets are, don’t waste your time with this one. This post is meant for those able to dream, and to question what it really means to be a Bills fan.

What most people here call the glory years of the early 90’s I call the agony years. As a native of Lewiston, NY (same hospital as The Moose) I moved to Texas when I was 11, just in time to try and impress my new class mates with tales of back to back Super Bowls, and how I knew the third time was going to be the charm. Nothing charming about 52-17. Did I say third time? I meant fourth. Fifth?

Everyone here has taken their shots for being a Bills fan, but I doubt any of you know what its like to be harassed by a gloating albino kid in a Troy Aikman jersey. Twice. I bet I was the first Bills fan ever who heard “do you know how to spell Bills? B-I-L-L-L-L-S!” Throw in the Monday night game of two years ago and I have taken a Texas sized share of manure. But that’s nothing compared to what could happen.

Yesterday at work I had a daydream/nightmare that inspired me to start an account on here and see how much more pain we are willing to endure. I am talking about what could be potentially the worst sports moment of all time for a Bills fan in Texas. Should I have my head checked for even thinking about it? Yes. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. That’s right, I’m talking about the Bills, in January, in the New Texas Stadium. Against the Cowboys. Suspend your disbelief for just a moment. Take a second to imagine a rematch. Jerry Jones’ smug, plastic face. Two weeks worth of rage inducing Tony Romo interviews, G.W. coming out of hiding to do the coin toss. It has all the makings of Wide Right, Mark Rypien, Aikman to Irvin, Emmitt to the Endzone, and the Music City Forward Pass all rolled into one night of agony.

So here’s the question. Would you rather enjoy the ride of a miracle run through the playoffs to square off with the Cowboys only to suffer another loss and years (decades depending where you live) of ridicule, or settle for a safe 7-9 season with some nice highlights and the possibility of moving up and taking Locker or Luck?