To think, the Bills were close to garnering our sympathy toward the end of a long offseason. A near-unanimous Super Bowl pick, an MVP front-runner at quarterback, a betting favorite so painfully obvious in nearly every matchup. A team that was slated, in the movie we’ve crafted in our heads, to avenge a premature playoff exit and finally deliver a trophy to a perpetually teased fan base that still, miraculously, believes in good things.
When does all of this hysteria on paper actually materialize? How many times have we seen a team buried under the madness they had no hand in creating?
Well, after they demolished the Rams on opening night, 31–10, we’re pleased to report the Bills seem just fine becoming the team the world thought they would be. As it turns out, Josh Allen can get even bigger and stronger. Despite having one of the most valuable arms in football, he’s still going to break contain, stick his paw out wide and maul a wobbling defender cursed with the task of bringing him down in the open field. He’s going to posterize Bobby Wagner, only one of the greatest linebackers in modern NFL history, at the damn goal line of all places.
