High Contempt for Buffalo Bills’ Low Expectations
Tell despondent fans the helpless frustration as a first-round pick dropped a ball in lieu of making a legendary play that their feelings are invalid. Ignoring the natural reaction surely provides great comfort. This was supposed to be the off year, you see. The Buffalo Bills are recharging. But they can still use their devices.
Being crushed a little differently in the same way is fine, so let your daft emotions know they’re betraying you. You’re not supposed to feel sad because a handful of pundits didn’t seem thrilled about Buffalo’s potential before the season. Predictions are as useless as Dalton Kincaid.
Putting letdowns in context is for positive people who don’t change what’s negative. Another devastating loss is just the time when we really want perspective from the sort of people who tell those whose houses burn down that at least they still have their health. Irritation only feels like a disease.
Losing to Kansas City on schedule was a victory with those who have low expectations. Very cheery types who didn’t think much would come of this season got their wish granted.
How were the Bills supposed to win with the squad they assembled? Defenders of the decline act as if the league enforced depletions. A lesser roster is treated as a self-evident justification for once again watching the Super Bowl from Tahiti. Allowing for subpar management is just what the franchise wants. Don’t anticipate a Bills Store discount code as a thank you.
Replacing Stefon Diggs with nobody was bold in its way. Classifying the receiving corps as a coalition is a nice way of noting the lack of superstars. You surely felt thrilled by a third-year fifth-rounder who became the top option by default, a fairly unproductive rookie who hopes his goofy antics distract from his struggles with basic work tasks, an oft-neglected veteran added before the season, an oft-neglected veteran added during the season, and a goofy journeyman. The Bills could have realized that any wideout would beg his agent for the chance to catch passes aimed at them by Buffalo’s quarterbacking wizard. Instead, they chose to rely on Mack Hollins.
Rebuilding is an excuse in the same sense that telling off your family at Christmas is acceptable because you dipped into the punch. This ruthless league will not pause for clubs that have decided they need an extra offseason to obtain desired personnel treasures. Everyone is still playing games which count even if you’re Jacksonville. An executive can claim to institute a salvage operation this season so his employer can be good in future ones. But that doesn’t mean playing without a scoreboard.
I double-checked for certainty, and every team starts at 0–0. Franchises can jettison the unproductive or keep Deshaun Watson, and yet they still possess the chance to compete every outing. Writing off a year won’t change the results listed on that season’s Wikipedia page, and we all know such information is infallibly dictated by the cosmos.
Every year that ends before reaching the Super Bowl is merely exacerbated by Kansas City removing them. Playing the same time as Michael Jordan is an unfortunate example of bad timing that’s in no way the fault of the league’s John Stocktons and also an invalid excuse.
The Bills have a Josh. They should always have a chance for as long as the embodiment of a valuable player remains club property. The only notion more obvious than helping him in any way they can is the fact his employer hasn’t done so. A transition season where they pay players to not play for them doesn’t pardon Ed Oliver’s oscillating impact.
Pessimists think their low standards are validated, which is the upside to misery. They’re only negative in order to enjoy the potential for unanticipated joy. At least, I hope they are. Everyone dejected should know about social media’s summer narrative regarding an anticipated decline.
Lecturers make you feel like an ingrate because you think being outcoached by Andy Reid shouldn’t be an annual calendar event. The personnel department is to blame, too, as the lack of receiver and cornerback depth couldn’t have been more glaring. Assign the percentages you’d like. Whatever the balance, they combine to confiscate your ultimate dream. The coach and general manager point at each other like dueling Spider-Men. Meanwhile, fans who want professionals to fix the cause point at both.
Those who thought this season would go nowhere inform you of how unappreciative you are for it going somewhere. The annual round of irrational rationales is this club’s sole certainty. Shifting delivery from early to late January is an upgrade of sorts. Predict they’ll go nowhere and you’ll never be disappointed. The principle applies to teams that are only anticipating a dip as well as those who are sinking.
I wish the Bills spent as much time shopping for receivers as they do conditioning fans to accept regular postseason slots as sufficient success. Stockholm syndrome is now called Sabres syndrome. Scoffing at those who expect more also applies to the Buffalo team that flames out more spectacularly. No matter who predicted what last summer, the Bills were in position to conquer their personal demons and instead extended the term of subjection. A gap year doesn’t mean graduation is closer.
