‘In his mind’s eye, he still sees visions of Jim Kelly scanning the field, tossing strikes to Andre Reed. He sees Thurman slithering through the line of scrimmage, dashing 20 yards in an instant. He sees Bruce Smith and Cornelius Bennett converging mercilessly upon the helpless opposing quarterback. When my sons think of the Bills, they don’t think of J.P. Losman dropping back to pass, getting squashed like a beetle, losing the ball onto the carpet. My sons think that Terrence Pennington was the name of a villain in a James Bond movie. And Robert Royal might be a new flavor of ice cream.’