Date: October 4, 2010
Location: Plattekill, NY
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There is a chill in the air and a coolness filtering into my bones that portends the onset of the winter season. This may well be a fact of life but I do not have to like it. When I get in the car in the morning I must now turn on the heater and not the air conditioner. Something is wrong with this picture and I think I know what it is. I am staying too long at the fair. The north east may have to trudge into the grasp of winter, but I should not have to follow. That is, I should not have to if I had not made a commitment to the campground at which we are now working. Oh well, I stinks to be me and maybe we are in for a great “Indian Summer.”
The other fact of life, at this time of year, is that the world does and should revolve around the NFL. It is football season and that should be a good thing. It is so very sad that someone forgot to inform the Buffalo Bills that the season has started. They are missing a great chance to play a great game in front of some of the leagues best fans. They are fans that have, for the last decade, been abused, over charged, and under appreciated by the management and owner of the team. I have gone from “Wait until next game” to “Wait until next year” to “Wait until someone buys this team that can spell f-o-o-t-b-a-l-l.” Their record is 0 and 4, and I think that is being overly kind. The “0” indicates that the Bills have lost 4 games. I am not sure they have even played in 4 games. They owe the NFL and their fans a refund for not showing up at the game. How can a multi-million dollar professional be that unqualified to lace up their boots? How can the ownership and management of an organization justify not providing a product for which they have already extracted large sums of money from their customers? To these questions I have no answer. To the Bills I have a modicum of advise; “Look for a job you can handle. As a football team you stink.”
Maybe the cold weather has me in a funk and depressed mood. The Giants won last night. It may not have been pretty, but at the final gun the Giants had more points than the Bears and that is always a good thing. My wife’s new team, The Jets, won, again. That should be a good thing. Did I mention that the Jets played in Buffalo this week-end? A house divided over a football game can stand. It might have been nice if two teams had shown up at Ralph Wilson Stadium, but my wife’s team did show up and they get to take home a win. The Bills did not show up and thy get to keep a big raspberry from the football public. “Go Bills” now means “Go someplace and learn how to play the damn game.”
Oh well, the Dolphins and Patriots play tonight and I hope they both loose. I realize that is nearly an impossible feat. That is unless in some wild dream sequence the Buffalo Bills found themselves playing the Buffalo Bills at home in front of a sell out crowd on a cold blustery winter day.
I must go find a new reason to feel sorry for my self now. The sun is trying to break through the clouds, but failing. The air is attempting to warm up but I still have a chill in m bones when I step outside. And the “piece d’ resistance” is I have to work this afternoon at the campground. You are all invited to my pity party. Did I mention that my grandchildren are growing up way too fast? I am becoming a Buffalo Bill, I just can’t win.
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