Simultaneous Bills, Sabres Games Show What’s Not Happening at Same Time in Buffalo
So, this is what basketball is like. Buffalo fans get to enjoy something resembling the sport they know least. The Bills are at least putting up points at rate seen in the the pre-shot clock and -three-point line college game. There’s a difference between technically scoring more than a foe in any win and going beyond matching an impressive point rate. The winner is the offense. More specifically, it’s Buffalo’s offense.
I heard Buffalo’s best running back ever can throw, too. Josh Allen shamefully didn’t maintain his pace of nine rushing touchdowns. Eh, I guess it’s okay to only score two in the first quarter. That’s true even if he should have had a third. Coaches should’ve trusted players to shoved in their hero at the goal line again. Sometimes, the most obvious decision is the correct one.
Throwing an underhanded touchdown pass shows Allen’s capacity to create variety even after 100 games. Many drives he orchestrated went for the Lions like their history for the half-century before their present success.
The recipient can throw off a defense that thinks it’s prepared. Using Ty Johnson as a primary receiver surprised everyone, which thankfully included the Lions. And James Cook caught a notable pass to accompany his 14 carries. A quarterback who I understand possesses impressive arm strength doesn’t need to throw it into Ontario to prove a point. Allen’s subtle attempts are accurate to the the dismay of Troy Aikman’s reputation.
By contrast, the Lions can’t maintain quality control when they’re decisions are known beforehand. An onside kick that could’ve been chosen by Bills Twitter poll shows how easy it is for a coach to become predictable in unpredictability. Aggressiveness becomes passive if the pattern is obvious. You know the winner of the Dan Campbell lookalike contest wasn’t the real deal because the imitator would’ve kicked it away.
Could they do even better? It only sounds ungrateful to note the Bills should have been up by more than one score at halftime to those eight people who focused on the Sabres instead. Buffalo’s most exclusive club consists of anyone who only watched Sunday’s hockey game. It may be empty. Members are as rare as those who bet the under.
Updates only distracted one side. You think the Sabres can’t set records because you are too positive. There are chances to extend the unprecedented playoff drought, go for double-digit double-digit loss streaks, and play in the least-viewed Sabres game ever. The best hope for hockey viewership was the Bills going up by two scores. Like you, the Sabres were cheering for another quarterback rushing touchdown.
I regret to inform the Sabres that losses count even if nobody watches. The philosophical puzzler’s answer is reflected by the brutality of standings. It was a gift to both them and fans to play simultaneously with the Bills. Social media accounts could’ve reported back that they went up early and held on, but nobody would’ve believed them.
The difference between the Bills and Sabres is Allen. The quarterback who controls reality as if it’s simulated is a Matrix player. It looks like everything around him moves slowly as he calmly operates at full speed. He fittingly could be portrayed by Keanu Reeves. The John Wick of quarterbacks features a laid-back vibe which can turn lethal instantly when the situation calls for relentless focus. I’d subscribe to the service that produced it.
Allen’s ability to improvise without instruction is his Christmas gift to a coach whose performance hasn’t always been nice. It’s easy to go eight for eight on fourth down in a season when you can tell your quarterback to run around until he’s ready to deliver a perfect pass past the marker or just carry it himself as far as needed. Supervisors who seem to be savants are usually blessed with workers who complete any needed job tasks.
The Bills merely look even better in comparison to the hockey department. They don’t need assistance if this is how the Sabres try to help. Fans don’t want to treat them like competitors, especially since the one that wins is so obvious that it doesn’t need to be announced.
The general manager of the skating catastrophe isn’t helping in any sense. It’s Kevyn with a y, as in y is he general manager? The erstwhile hockey school manager’s defiant palm tree-focused rant shows how the organization can sink lower no matter how improbable the perverse feat seems. Utter defiance after a franchise-defining loss near the start of yet another brutal streak turned Adams from inept oaf to contemptible villain faster than the Sabres blow a lead.
We are helpless victims of circumstances. Sports show us how things are yet again. Coaches depend on their situations to unnerving degrees. Take two prominent Buffalo examples who can only do so much. Lindy Ruff appointed captain of a sinking ship. By contrast, Sean McDermott made the wise decision to have Allen. Worries about sustaining outscoring are a good problem to have compared to creating strategies for not extending the latest double-digit losing streak. These are both technically pro teams.
