All right. To clarify, I have never wanted the Bills to lose. I started following when I was 7 or 8 and a promising Bills team missed in the playoffs. Then Kay. Then Hank. Then Marv and that was a blast. Haven't ever really gotten over the Nashville shite. Numblike. But I have been relentlessly positive and hopeful every year. For the last ten years, I have been up from one a.m. to five a.m. Monday morning to watch the games live. I have, without apology, shocked and awed my wife, small children, neighbors and other civilians with anguished shouts in the darkness.
I may hate this particular coach enough to want him to lose to Chan Gailey. I won't know until it happens.
Obviously if we had a single bloody thing to play for, a ghost of a chance at the playoffs, or even if we weren't coached by this damned buffoon who dismantled the best defense we have had this century, it would be no question.
But it is not black and white, kids.