Excuse the f-bomb in the article title but right now I’m all in on the Buffalo Bills. While I know anything can happen in the NFL playoffs (and sadly for the Bills often happens-and not in a good way), I haven’t been this excited about the Buffalo Bills since I did cocaine with NFL Hall of Famer Bruce Smith (okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration).
Das Wunderkind Josh Allen and the Bills’ amazing array of offensive players (well, at least in terms of passing; their run game is still the drizzling shits) has me excited and the Bills’ defense has shown some real steel this season. Now, with the Bills poised for their first-round two playoff win in decades, everyone in Buffalo is noticeably psyched.
This brings me to hockey. Hockey has always been my favorite sport but when I learned the NHL was returning to action this week, I honestly couldn’t care less. I enjoy watching the often hapless Buffalo Sabres, so much I had season tickets from 1995 to 2010 until my court-ordered sabbatical (see my prison memoir Laughing All the Way to the Bank (Robbery) How an Attorney Survived Prison for all the details). I even had season tickets last year for their faux-50th anniversary season (it was really the 49th but rumor has it the team’s owners used the golden anniversary stunt after initial ticket sales were awful).
So as long as the Bills are in the playoffs, I won’t be paying any attention to the Sabres (other to say that they had better make the playoffs). I love my Sabres (even though the Montreal Canadiens will always be my favorite team) but for now, they could be playing in my back yard and I wouldn’t watch.