Well Bills fans, just when we thought the Flutie curse (the latest manifestation of whatever the original curse was), was about to expire. Just when we thought there was hope, real hope, the same management that brought in a police line-up of questionable characters, unwittingly, but very effectively, just guaranteed another ten years or so of play-off exile by unceremoniously cutting the heart and soul of their team
The cycle will now continue, in a few years, the Rex show will get old, he and Doug will be fired, the Pegula's will decide its time to move on to someone else, etc, etc., etc.
And we true Bills fans will know why, because a historically mislead organization, has again handled one of their best. Think about it, on the day when we should have been celebrating and getting giddy about the potential of the Tyrod Taylor era, the organization drops this bomb on the Tyrod party, and instead, they create this state of sadness over western NY.
Yup, the curse goes on.
Someday, Fred Jackson will be honored with his day and his induction into the Bills Ring of Honor. On that day, we the fans will have the opportunity to properly say good-bye to one of the all-time Bills greats. It will be a special day, and hopefully, maybe, on that day the latest installment of the Bills curse will be appeased by the football gods. We hope. But until that day, forget the play-offs my friends.
In the meantime, I really do sincerely hope that Fred is able to play for a play-off team this year—even the hated Patriots. He deserves that opportunity to close out his remarkable career.
I will always be a Bills fan—I guess its born into us—but I will now have a second team to rout for, wherever Fred lands. And deep down inside of me, I will be hoping he gets to come back to the Ralph and singe-handily wills his new team to victory.
Yes, no doubt about it, we are cursed, only a dysfunctional fan of a dysfunctional team can say this: Go Bills! Inspite of yourselves.