post modern age Posted October 31, 2005 Posted October 31, 2005 Your lead is 16-7. You have a defense that has proclaimed itself one of the best in history. The opposition has to score against you twice. The quarterback for which you traded your first round draft pick to Dallas for is on the bench. The quarterback who served backup to Jim Harbaugh, Tim Couch and Jeff Garcia is in the game. There's no one there to help you. The quarterback of the other team is a 3 time world champion, whose was the backup to the former quarterback of our team, who we also gave up a first round draft pick for, who is now in Dallas. There's no one there to help you. It's third down. Your running back who was a first round draft pick, who replaced a 1500 yard rusher with a habit to endulge in cocaine, pedophilism and steroids, is not in the game. He has recently proclaimed himself also to be the best in the league. It is instead an undrafted free agent from Alabama in which your fates rests. There's no one there to help you. At offensive line, Jason Peters starts. He has no real position, and this is mostly a bad thing. He is too small for a typical offensive linemen and too fat for a tight end. Alas, he has only one less touchdown reception than the team's leader. There's no one there to help you. And meanwhile, Holcomb's inability to move shall be brought into question, and yet, in the same amount of games, Holcomb has been sacked two fewer times than the younger, more mobile Losman. There's no one here to help you. Earlier in the game, a missed field goal by your kicker, Rian Lindell, TBD's proclaimed team MVP, means that New England can now put the game virtually out of reach by scoring two touchdowns, forcing the Bills to score another. Lindell, 17 for 19 on this season, has two missed from 40 or greater. There's no one there to help you. And yet still, my friends, we have an 11 point lead. And we look further, and on the stat line, two of the top 5 team tacklers are cornerbacks. There's no on there to help you. -- Yet, here we are, with a two point lead, and 6 minutes to go, and the ball is in our possession, and on our 20. Here friends, we are again, in a meeting with destiny. IN a meeting with destiny such as against Pittsburgh in 2004, and Dallas in 2003. A meeting with destiny such as the Chiefs in 2002, and Tennessee in 1999. A meeting with destiny such as the four superbowls in the early 90's. Here we are, once again, our season so close to being completely on the line, and it comes down to one drive. In my time as a Bills fan, I've seen some tremendous things, friends. Winning 4 American Football Conference Championships in a row, a practically impossible feat, seeing our heroes in Levy and Kelly elected into the hall of fame, seeing the death and rebirth and death and rebirth and death and rebirth, and again, death of a franchise. So here we are: 6 minutes, ball on the 20, and it is in our hands. Holcomb under center with Peters to the left. An aged, and now downhill veteran in Eric Moulds and a man with the intelligence and foresight to leave a year before his college team would win the national title in Josh Reed on the wings. For once in a moment of anxiety, Willis is on the field. And now I pose one single solitary question: Four years ago, when Tom Donahoe took this organization over and changed the path of the ship when names such as Johnson, Price, Centers, Brown, Wiley were household, was this where you imagined we'd be? Was this where YOU imagined we'd be, Mr. Donahoe? The ball is in the hands of your backup quarterback, looking to throw to your aged receiver while dodging the pressure allowed by your slash linemen, Peters. And of course we know the result. The unfortunate thing though, guys, is this: That backup quarterback, the aged receiver, Peters... those are the things... that Donahoe actually got right.
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