Editor's Note: What do you think, Bills fans? Did the Bills read their own press clippings a bit too much last year? - BG
Slithering through the airwaves of social media the press makes its mark, influencing the masses to “believe” in the enigma of greatness even in the absence of proof. So was the instrument of destruction in last year’s season for our beloved Buffalo Bills.
The serpent voices of NFL analysts whispered in the ears of Bills players throughout the locker room, echoing in soothing tones: “You’re good! I’m on the bandwagon dude!” And the response by the 5-2 super power of football responded: “Wha’… we are? Why of course! Yes, we are!”
Interviews ensued as the market for peddling successful behaviors found it’s mother load in Buffalo.
All of the right things were said. “We won’t have proven nuttin until we get to the playoffs.” And, “We need to avoid getting caught up in the media hype and go out there and perform every week.” But the smug look on each of their glowing faces subdued only by the studio make-up applied right before “Air Time” told a very different story. Self infatuation had found it’s target, and the result was a devastating blow to the rest of the season. Fred broke a leg. Fitz a rib. Defense… well let’s not talk about that.
Since the “Johnson – Flutie” dilemma the Bills have been basement dwellers. It should have been a new beginning. After all, the infamous wildcard game against the Titans known as the “Music City Miracle” happened just eight days after we realized that commercial airlines didn’t crash in the face of the Y2K issues confronting a new millennium. But with circumstances that pulled “the guy that got you there” and replaced him with the prettier and much taller “Johnson”, I can find only one illogical explanation of what happened next – bad “karma” dude. Bad, bad karma.
But time has passed, and I’ve long since annihilated my Wade Phillips voodoo doll. Now we face one of the most hopeful seasons in over a decade. The “Nix-Gailey” formula actually has a chance of working, in that wonderfully “southern hick” way that we love to cheer. “Are those guys really from Buffalo?” No. But they belong there now, so don’t bust on them for saying “Hunderd” Million.
“CHOO-CHOO” – uh oh, here comes the press again. But this time they aren’t even allowing us to play our preseason before sending out their flurries of “texts, talks, and tantrums” and televising tantalizing temptations of tall teams that tease the tense… we (the fans) being the “tense”. It’s like a movie trailer that take ALL of the good scenes from 90 minutes and cram them into a 60 second byte. When you finally go to see the movie you realize you watched the whole thing already when you saw the damned previews! Such is the concern with the full court press that the media is now giving the Bills.
“From worst to first?” Shut up, please. Give our guys some space. Let them figure out who is going to start and who is going to wind up on the practice squad before offering them their own line of playoff apparel. Just shut the &%# up! Don’t temp Stevie to sing on national television because he is a member of a team that boasts “possibly the best defense in the entire league.” Didn’t you read the part I just wrote about that “bad karma”?
And to my Bills – when you get home from a long day of practice on the field, watch O’Reilly. Watch “Necessary Roughness”. Hell, I don’t care if you watch “Sponge Bob”!! But keep the channel as far away from ESPN and the NFL Network as possible. Turn down every opportunity for a nationally televised interview that comes your way! Bite your tongues and go to bed early to avoid late lurkers and “peeping toms” just outside your door who are only trying to avoid being noticed as sports journalists.
The truth is that everyone STILL thinks that you STINK until you prove otherwise. Sorry, but it’s true. There will be plenty of opportunities for you guys to show off your new mouthful of gold plated dentures AFTER you’ve won a few games well into the playoffs (hopeful Super Bowl inclusive). But then, and only THEN will you actually have something to talk to the media about.
So for the time being… please keep your traps shut and read the damned playbook. Study tape. Get a couple hours of extra sleep. And remember… Flutie would have won that game. So get over it!