Western New York is suffering from its worst drought since 1943. My lawn is crunchy!
In spite of this heat wave we’ve had and in spite of our lack of rain, if you use the word drought around these parts, it only means one thing; the Bills still suck. It’s been sixteen years since they last made the playoffs! Sixteen! A whole generation of local kids have only known them as losers. It’s not that bad, perhaps you’re saying. Unfortunately, it is. The Bills have the longest current playoff drought, not just in the NFL, but in all of North American major league sports! We’re number one, we’re number one!
Training camp opens up this weekend and hope springs eternal for the faithful. This will be our year! As many in our local sports media like to say, “no one sells hope as well as the Bills do”. Sorry, I just can’t get excited about this team. I’m not interested in training camp. I’m certainly not interested in hearing what Ryan or Whaley have to say. I’m not going to watch their preseason games. Hell, I may not even watch all of their regular season games this year. I’m all in on the Sabres and their rebuild but the Bills have completely worn me out. I’m in “prove it to me” mode with them. Until or unless they start winning, I’m only watching football to follow my fantasy teams. Admittedly, some of my lack of interest this year comes from the fact that I won’t have anyone to share in the misery with. Number two son will be joining his brother off at college and for the first time in forever, I’ll be sitting on the couch watching the games by myself. Can you hear those small violins playing? Sure, the lovely Missus will be around some but she has as much interest in football as I do in the Real Housewives of every city in the country. That would be none.
There are so many great songs about rain. I’ll save that for a future post. Maybe on a rainy day. I always liked this one hit wonder. Catchy as hell.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
Ya don’t like my point of view,
Ya think that I’m insane
It’s not sane, it’s not sane