Buffalo Bills Create Division
Tyrod Taylor outscored Aaron Rodgers. It was by infinity percent. Buffalo Bills fans didn’t really mind. Our crops didn’t grow until Taylor ended the drought. And the continued local favorite got to utilize his skills while his present team was defeated in every way but officially, which made his proficient display harmless. Not many other Jets helped, as the host dominated without even trying. A meh effort led to the expected result. The same will surely happen in a few weeks, right?
A runaway victory to secure conference salutatorian is naturally time for negativity. Flaunting concerns about a ridiculous blowout helps the roster from cultivating arrogance. Penalties stop the Bills in a way neither line stops foes. They can’t get away with it forever. The postseason is a video game that gets harder with every level, and the Jets are certainly not a boss.
The Bills are not going to be playing Jets-type teams in that single-elimination tournament. Optimistic observers can note the visitors scored after the result was no longer in doubt. By you can also point out by the same reasoning that this game was 12–0 at halftime. Geno Smith’s first professional football employer was one bicycle lock on the home team’s doors from seizing the lead.
Like a singing show trying to hook in marks, the Jets went for a big name. The music was similarly dissonant. Repeating history happens to teams that don’t learn it. New Jersey’s junior franchise shopped at the same outlet where they previously got a pre-owned signal caller. Each franchise takes on its own identity, as seen by how Green Bay keeps quarterbacks for a generation before Gang Green then acquires them after the expiration date.
I hope the Jets never learn to develop a quarterback. Of course, I’m a Bills fan. Giving up on Sam Darnold as if he were the problem sure showed him. I bet the Vikings are struggling to make the playoffs while his first team has a chance to be the conference’s top seed. The Jets are Seymour Skinner wondering if he’s out of touch before concluding the problem lies with others, only more cartoonish.
The strategy of letting another franchise suffer through the challenges of developing a passer will surely pay off next time. Don’t let them know, but other teams might move on from a fading veteran that a sucker thinks will keep thriving on name recognition. The Jets buying stocks high before selling low is surely not the advice provided by the New York Sack Exchange.
The only thing worse than chasing veterans is this particular veteran. Rodgers declining to run for an easy first down before scolding the receiver who didn’t catch the shin-level pass summarizes his play, which in turn summarizes his personality. It’s aggravating to have long drives end within the goal line’s reach, especially for a quarterback whose brand is prickliness. I felt the opposite.
The conspiratorial specialist was in rare form on frequent turnovers. An interception could only get better if he got flagged for shoving the intercepter, so bless him for playing along. And I’ve never seen someone who wanted a ball less than on an emblematic bumbling Jets fumble. Bobby Hill tried harder at sports than Rodgers.
That’s no way to live for the moment. The Jets are at least consistent. A franchise committed to revelry tonight can’t afford groceries tomorrow. Oh, and they’re not precisely having a blast ignoring consequences.
I still hate their guts and other parts. The Jets sure are full of themselves for being the Jets. The only thing worse than cockiness is when it’s unearned. Sauce Gardner is as phony as Buffalo Wild Wings. He’s the ersatz eatery’s perfect spokesman.
The Jets miss the playoffs like they’re the Sabres. We’ll never know how another first period went due to scheduling demons again planning overlap between the city’s football and hockey squads. Unlike the usual outcome, Sunday’s opening might’ve been one worth watching. I’m still relieved last year’s eclipse burst through overcast conditions, but the Sabres feel obscured by clouds.
Everyone helped with a nice Buffalo sports weekend to end the calendar year. It wasn’t screwed up by the most likely candidate possible. As for the club whose success I try not to take for granted, I attended Saturday’s Bandits game to enjoy the result of a team putting it all together. Raising a piece of fabric with the previous season’s date on it commemorates every thrill experienced by players who make shots you’d think would win you bets. Dick Clark aged faster than Matt Vinc.
Like the Bandits winning, it’s normal Buffalo behavior to kvetch about a blowout win which clinched the conference’s second spot. But calming down is for those who never stop cheering. It’s tough to make concerns heard over it. A lack of serious challenges makes trying to prepare difficult if you’re looking for the downside of a division packed with deadbeats. There’s at least one upcoming opportunity that won’t be won by imposing will on an AFC East miscreant.
The lucky Bills get an extra playoff game unlike those cursed Chiefs. If you like football, you should want to play more of it, right? It’s reminiscent of how true golf fans want to hit the ball as often as possible.
Playing for nothing is nothing new. But the reason is. This year’s version has reached a place where the regular season finale is meaningless, and not in the EJ Manuel way. Buffalo gets an audition game that technically counts. It won’t affect them in an way other than their feelings. I’ve got bad news for Bills fans wondering who to cheer for: there’s incentive to lose the finale with their playoff seeding locked and a chance to knock New England out of drafting first overall. Go Patriots?
A game you can have on without monitoring closely for plot developments is like streaming a show you’ve seen a dozen times. And it’s unlike football on Netflix, which makes not watching closely even better. The semipermanent second-best conference team fulfilled its destiny again unless it’s interested in changing the outcome.
