Brother Jack and I left for the local sports bar where we planned to watch a bunch of games, but none as important as the Bills-Patriots game. As it turned out, it was a fabulous game that had everything going for it.
For starters, both teams are 2-0 for the season. The Bills had lost 15 in a row to the Pat's. Nobody beats the Bills 16 times in a row. Right? I mean...
The Pat's have a QB, His Majesty Tom Brady, who is one of the all time greats. The Bills have one of the few Harvard grads playing QB and he's got maybe 2 seasons under his belt. His uniform still had the price tag on it.
The Pat's come into Orchard Park and quickly put a choke hold on the Bills and go up 21-0.
I figure it's over and suggest, "Let's go see if we can find some volunteer work Jack, this thing is over".
"Au contrair", says Jack, who knows a thing or two about football.
And slowly the Bills begin to show signs of life. Ultimately they picked Sir Tom Brady off four freaking times. He hadn't been intercepted in nearly 500 passes. That nearly a year's worth. Get's robbed four times in one game. A week or so later, Jack sent me an email reminding me that after he'd been intercepted for the fourth time, someone said, "Now tell Brady ta go get his fuckin' shine box."
The Bills start scoring and slow the Pat's way down. With the score tied, the Bills throw a pass over the middle and he ends up in the end zone. Wait, he touched a knee...no TD...spot ball on the 1 yard line..run the clock out...kick a FG. Bills win.
Awesome. Just awesome.
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