I once came home from the bar all pissed off after a devastating Bills loss and my girlfriend at the time said, “oh great, now your day is ruined so my day is ruined and there’s not a single player on that team who even knows you exist!”
I broke up with that bitch not long after but I still think of her words every time the Bills piss me off. Cut deep.
Those of us who went through our formative years in the early 90s have a much harder time with this. The ones who only remember the drought before the JA era are just enjoying the ride. The old-timers have a better understanding of how fleeting this is. We’ve lost friends and family members who never got to see us win anything of consequence. And every loss like this is just another reminder of how it feels to be so close and yet so far from greatness. Just like you don’t realize the last time that you pick up one of your kids in your arms is the last time, you don’t realize that the last and best chance you had was Wide Right or 13 Seconds until it’s too late.
Sometimes I think Stevie was right.