Sunday afternoons are, by far, my favorite part of every week, win or (mostly) lose. Sunday evenings and Monday mornings are, by far, my least favorite. I know what I'm signing up for going in, but would it be too much to ask for a little feeling of victory to go with the alcohol withdrawls and horrible hangovers? Like 34-7? Really??? I am the most glass-half-full Bills fan you will ever meet, but even I am struggling to draw positives from that shellacking. It's been 2 weeks and I'm already in "I'm just really happy to be here eating wings and getting wasted with my friends" mode at McFadden's.
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