The year is 2012, speculated by some to be the "end of days" all because the Mayan's were unable to chisel future years beyond the one we presently find ourselves. Maybe, if it hadn't been for those damned chisel cramps we would have gained a few more decades beyond this one. Perhaps if they had known that the Bills would be in the midst of a 12 year hiatus from making the playoffs they would have dug down a little deeper and etched a few more years worth of drafts and free agency all so that the "the chosen ones of footballdom" would have at least one more opportunity to make "left" that wide "right". But alas, muscle failure had her way with the limp and weakened wrists of this ancient civilization, leaving us with the nervous uncertainty of our Buffalo Bills chances to ever return to the Super Bowl.
But wait! What's that? Do you hear the trumpeting of triumphant tribulations that take the tribe to tantalizing and towering optimism (I ran out of T's)?
If I were Ralph Wilson, and knew that I was turning 94 glorious years young this October, I doubt I would need a Mayan Calendar to tell me that hanging on to me booty so that I can afford to replace the foam in the seats at the Ralph won't work the magic my team so desperately needs. (by the way... I've never been to the Ralph and therefore don't know if the seats even have foam in them....... so don't go there, please :-) ).
EVEN if I wake up on the 22nd of December to a cool blue beautiful Saturday morning absent of earthquakes, tornadoes, and giant fireballs, at the age of 94 I KNOW that I'll only have a little over a decade to get this damned team back to the place where we belong... hoisting that Lombardi Trophy rightfully over our collective shoulders!!
From such a perspective, 96 million dollars seems pretty reasonable.