It's Miami Week. Squish the Fish, right? Are you pumped?
Didn't think so. No way to rekindle those old feelings. And that's really too bad. Don't you have to have some hate for the other side to really feel like it's football season?
Miami Week used to mean everything. Now it's just game one. What a shame. Fans can't hate the Dolphins anymore. Who's the quarterback? Who's the coach? You barely know. Can you hate guys who end practice on their knees searching for a diamond earring?
There's no sign of The Jaw or Jimmy on the sidelines. No Marino. No Super Duper and Clayton. Where's Bryan Cox and his digits protruding to the sky?
The Bills are completely irrelevant so they can't even have a rival. Do the Patriots think of the Bills as a rival? Of course not. Pats-Jets is going to be big-time stuff this year. The Bills are facing the ugly reality they'll be big losers. The Jets are reality stars.
Miami Week meant everything. It's that wonderful NFL Films footage of Lou Saban in the locker room prior to a 1974 heartbreaker at the Orange Bowl: "You can get it done. You can get it done. What's more. You gotta get it done."
The Bills didn't, of course. They lost, 35-28. One of 20 straight losses. Oh-for-the-decade.