Niagara Gazette — Not done with the Bills. I'm not sure that's even possible. Just done enough with that particular game to know it was only going to get worse, not better.
This season as a whole feels a lot like that at this point. At the time of this writing, the Bills were in Arizona waiting to play the Cardinals, a winnable game. Things could still improve, I suppose.
Two Sundays ago, they were trounced — as I expected — by a far superior San Francisco 49ers team. I didn't watch any of the first half and tuned in for a few minutes here and there as the team fell apart in what turned out to be a second straight blowout, 45-3.
No Yosemite Sam stuff this time. I promised myself: Not again this year.
Not long after the Patriots game ended, as I was driving around the city trying to find some semblance of my sanity, my nephew called, describing for me his own anguish over having watched yet another bitter and disappointing loss at the hands of those guys from Boston.
We talked it all out — the heartbreaking moments, the fact the Bills could have drafted Gronkowski — a Western New York native — but didn't, the shortcomings on the roster, plans for the team's future, how soon a top caliber quarterback could be acquired.
We also talked a bit about our real lives, his 7-year-old twin boys and their recent fascination with all things super hero and their newfound interest in one of our favorite things growing up as kids - comic books.
We came to the conclusion that maybe instead of watching the Bills on Sundays we could find better ways to pass our time, like take the kids to the local comic shop or to a movie or something.