Up 24-13, I let myself relish in the Bills impending upset victory. Then, the bottom fell out. I won't go into it. I can't. Losing two defensive starters hurt big time, but that's as much analysis as you'll see here.
A lump has stayed in my throat and stomach ever since. I don't know whether to cry or kill someone. How many times is this going to happen to the Bills? And recently, Monday Night hasn't been kind.
In a survival football league, before the game, I inadvertently claimed that 9 out of our 10 players advanced, not realizing one had picked New England. Perhaps I jinxed it. Actually, it's almost certain that I did. I'm sick over it.
And you wonder why I'm jaded.
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