I am not a pessimist. I'm just from Buffalo. And when you are from Buffalo, you have to be a bit skeptical about your sports teams. You have to be, let's say, reserved in your enthusiasm because our teams lose. But they don't just lose like normal teams. No, they lose in the most heartbreaking way possible (i.e. wide right, goal through the side of the net, fumble with 2 minutes left). You see, they have to lose in dramatic fashion because deep down Buffalonians don't believe anymore. So, they have to play games so close and tight that we almost start to believe. We believe just for a minute. We believe because our teams put themselves into situations where any normal team (any other team) would win.
Take tonight's game, for example, with 2:00 minutes left and a 5 point lead over arguably the best team in football. Yeah, there's a glimmer of hope there. Then, in the most dramatically ridiculous fashion, they always make one (or two or three) major mistakes and thereby ruin it for all of us. In this case, a fumble on a kick return that should never have been taken out of the end zone. And there you go again, just flush those wins right down the toilet.
If you think that there is any other city in the country (even the world) that can rival Buffalo in heartbreaking losses, I challenge you. Bring it. Our city has never won a major sports title (unless you count lacrosse and who counts lacrosse?) Our city lost 4, count them 4, Superbowls. We lost the Stanley Cup because of a goal that went through the side of the net. We are cursed.
So, you see, I'm not a pessimist at all. Nope. I'm actually optimistic. Optimistic that my Buffalo teams will always find a way to lose.
Monday, September 14, 2009
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Your absolutely right the best part of the Monday night game was watching a novice like Harry. He called Papa with just a few minutes let sure the Bills would do it this time. Little did he know that he would be on the phone watching as the Bills did their usual self destruct. I guess that will be the last time he'll call Papa before the game is completely over.
Love,
Mom
I tend to think that you (and I) are actually just "realists." This is certainly proof that there is a god, and he's has the strangest sense of humor...for anything involving Buffalo sports fans.
Love,
Dad/Grandpa Pete
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