Seattle was the lone road team to win this weekend in the NFL Playoffs winning in Washington as Redskins quarterback Robert Griffin III was playing on a bad knee. Houston, Green Bay and Baltimore were the other winners this weekend.
The Kansas City Chiefs lead the league in one category, dancing. Last night they set some kind of record. They got penalized for celebrating a touchdown that wasn't.
Two weeks ago, I swindled my brother into "writing" my Titans-Bills recap for me. This week, following that 21-9 loss to the Texans, my dad offered up free "inspiration," either because he too wants a shot at the spotlight or because he knew that beneath my unusually calm post-game demeanor lay roiling turmoil.
In typical Bills fashion, this team let a very attainable win (and by attainable, I mean Buffalo waited until the last second to let victory slip away) evaporate.
Conclusion of the week: The 19-16 overtime win over Arizona was a very Buffalo-esque game and OTs still wreak havoc on my life.
Patriots: 52 Bills: 28. That was Week 4. And that massacre/bloodbath/travesty happened at home?! There are really no words. The offense put up a goo...
Last year, right around this time, the Buffalo Bills pulled a stunt so unBillievable that the team's lucky its fan base didn't experience a collective heart attack. They beat the Patriots -- in a true nail biter, I might add -- for the first time since 2003.
If you're a Bills fan -- and even if you're not -- you might have noticed the Twitter hashtag "#BillsMafia" attached to football tweets, especially during games. But if you're not a Bills fan -- or maybe even if you are -- you probably don't know exactly what it means.
Ryan Fitzpatrick really does have Fitzmagic. I already knew this but it was even more apparent when he continued to lead the offense and get a passing game going when Spiller left the game.
Does anyone remember the last time every point on the board was from a touchdown? I don't. I hope Rian Lindell's leg enjoyed an uncharacteristically relaxing Sunday.
The team wore its "home" uniforms because the Jets' home jerseys are white... ridiculous. MetLife Stadium stop selling beer after halftime... ridiculo...
Excited. Nervous. Overwhelmed. Anxious. Depressed. All words that come to mind when I think about the Bills facing the Jets on Sunday at MetLife Stadium.
It will not matter to the Patriots or the Jets what Tom Brady, Mark Sanchez or Tim Tebow does if their offensive lines do not improve. Meanwhile, the Dolphins can't figure out whom to start at quarterback -- again.
Bravo, Gov. Cuomo, and thanks! Though your reasons for helping are probably centered on the economic implications of losing the Bills, it's borderline amazing that you hold a tiny place in your heart for all us big-hearted fans.
L.E.S. means something else up north.
I'm going on a journey to document my attempt to quit the very thing that quite possibly defines me: my beloved Buffalo Bills. My goal is nothing less than to be the savior of losing, trying to bring salvation to my fellow sports masochists. Their pain will become my pain.