The Sun may be blotted out by the eternally imposing next foe. But the Buffalo Bills feel warm for now. Present grayness can’t make me shiver.
Keeping mathematically alive is a tradition like sneaking cookies from platters you’re bringing to neighbors. I’m almost sorry. Any fans ready to go fully negative remain disappointed. Habits are tough to break. This franchise still might quit smoking.
It’s tough for one player to keep optimism alive in the ultimate team sport. That’s why it’s always important to have LeSean McCoy on your roster if possible. Those who write about the Bills are glad to set aside space every week to praise him. Five digits’ worth of rushing gains means he’s had a great body of work along with another sweet Sunday.
And he’s still racing. Instead of being near the Coda, Shady is still leaving Physical Graffiti. Getting to 10,000 freaking rushing yards wasn’t about reaching a milestone on his trajectory’s downside: the sprightly McCoy is the primary reason his team will win at least half its games. Ruining a tank is worth it.
Flipping the odometer came on a day when the stat sheet notes he didn’t add much distance. McCoy’s broadest accomplishment came while gaining only 2.5 yards per rush. He actually did more for Tyrod Taylor as a catcher. Feel free to keep using him as a receiver. This season hasn’t been strange enough.
The result was probably pleasant when there are other skill players worth highlighting. I’m glad Travaris Cadet’s journey around the league took him to Buffalo so he could take some quality backup handoffs. And Charles Clay is there when wide receivers aren’t. Using the tight end feels almost modern.
Playoff hopefuls better exploit foes who don’t care. Jordan Poyer proved Jay Cutler can hit an open man. Mafia members were concerned because the embodiment of slacker quarterbacks has intermittently looked like a professional this year. Playing as well as he did against New England the previous week makes his typical nonchalance that much more inexcusable. The Bills exploited his return to apathy.
Our neighbors seem to be having a blast. Players are transports here for work. Most of them didn’t get to choose where they’d go for their career. This isn’t an industry like banking or architecture where employees start as free agents.
Those experiencing their first Erie County winter should know that sighing whenever they peer through a window in December is normal. Even worse, there’s coffee and blankets inside. Why ever be apart from them?
But we go out and face the arctic assault. Part of that is because most jobs and Ted’s Hot Dogs locations are situated outside our homes. Even more, dealing with a foreboding temperature offers a chance to establish heartiness. A tough life creates tough people.
Location is everything. Anyone can run a pass route in, say, Southern Florida. Moving properly while your skin hates the air is for true professionals. Players may even find that the roaring 20s are fun, at least in a demented way. Coping with freezing is easier upon losing one’s mind.
Football can be gratifying even if you can see the field. The comparatively tropical affair nonetheless involved watching for icicles. As one of those Grinches who thinks of a white Christmas as a marketing gimmick that makes driving to Grandma’s dangerous, even I can concede it’s entertaining for frolicking.
Adept shovelers can catch up with precipitation. The dedicated appreciate cold that’d be laughable if their jaws weren’t frozen. Savor temperatures that keep ground beef fresh. It’s best to do so in limited doses. Use those outdoor minutes in a football stadium to maximize enjoyment.
I checked again, and there won’t be a losing record. That fact only partly encapsulates a bizarre season. The Bills have gone from consistent proficiency to falling in massive blowouts, and that’s just been in consecutive weeks. If you’re still not sure how good this team really is, know it’s only been 14 games.
We get to hate the Dolphins again soon just in case overcoming their unpleasant effort wasn’t amusing enough. It’s a gift to once more mock their aforementioned slacker quarterback, cheap shot specialists Jarvis Landry and Ndamukong Suh, and resentful decliner Kiko Alonso. If we feel indifferent about Miami, there’s something going wrong.
But there’s a boss level to face first. The Bills must cope with a different despised rival in the spirit of Christmas. Dealing with the division’s creep, bully, and creep again is the best way to end a season as long as this roster grasps the consequences. How have games gone in New England? I’m presently too merry to check.
This rather unpredictable squad would help their own chances with a win nobody will predict. Matt Milano better be ready to make 20 tackles to even keep the score close. We’re all tired of writing off this game, as has been the habit since televisions had tubes. We can only hope they’ve learned how to have a passing attack in the last three weeks. It’d only be a decade or so late. Santa says it’s never too late to be good.
Editor’s babble: A big dose of gratitude and thanks to Anthony Bialy for helping us laugh throughout a tumultuous season. You can find Anthony on Twitter @AnthonyBialy.