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We all knew the kind of game we saw yesterday was coming at some point. Let's be real... our wins the first two weeks were accomplished with the slimmest of margins requiring more than our fair share of heroics down the stretch. I won't use the term 'smoke and mirrors' because that would undermine the worthy praise our guys deserve for snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. We really won those games. But yesterday was a step up against a top tier team in Buffalo that had no glaring weaknesses and is a legitimate Super Bowl contender with a possible future HOF QB under center.
Are we capable of beating that type of team? Of course. Dallas is a superior team and yet they got owned yesterday by one of the teams we prevailed against - reportedly one of the worst teams in the league. We probably will have some wins this season against teams no one would predict we could beat. That's how the modern NFL goes. So this thread isn't about 'should we have won?' or 'why didn't we win?'... it's about how you felt when we didn't.
I've had this conversation with Brother Om often. We've all remained 'fans' over the past decades, and we did so in spite of the team's performance, not because of it. After a while of sustained ineptitude, most of us just ceased being able to muster the agony and disappointment of watching our team get beat up on. Barely watchable football just seemed like an inevitability, something we mostly deserved, and if we wanted to keep our fandom alive in some fashion, something we had no choice but to suffer through and endure.
Yesterday's loss stung. Seeing the look on Sam Howell's face as he threw pick after pick and the chances of an upset slipped away, it was palpably painful to me in a way I haven't felt in a long time. Intellectually I know that this team (especially this team) is going to lose probably about as often as it wins, and that we may be a few years away from being a real contender under the best of circumstances. But I felt the pain of a loss a lot more yesterday than I have in a long time.
Losing sucks. It sucked in 2006. It sucked in 2009, 2013, and 2014. It will suck exponentially more in 2023 if that's our destiny this season.
I kind of like that. Because you only hurt when you actually care. I think I've started back on a path as a fan of actually believing good things can happen, caring about whether they do or not, and taking on the emotional risk of being a real fan. After 25 years of being a checked-out, psychologically scarred cynic, wanting to believe, hell - almost starting to believe, even with the requisite risk of disappointment that comes with it - feels pretty good.
Are we capable of beating that type of team? Of course. Dallas is a superior team and yet they got owned yesterday by one of the teams we prevailed against - reportedly one of the worst teams in the league. We probably will have some wins this season against teams no one would predict we could beat. That's how the modern NFL goes. So this thread isn't about 'should we have won?' or 'why didn't we win?'... it's about how you felt when we didn't.
I've had this conversation with Brother Om often. We've all remained 'fans' over the past decades, and we did so in spite of the team's performance, not because of it. After a while of sustained ineptitude, most of us just ceased being able to muster the agony and disappointment of watching our team get beat up on. Barely watchable football just seemed like an inevitability, something we mostly deserved, and if we wanted to keep our fandom alive in some fashion, something we had no choice but to suffer through and endure.
Yesterday's loss stung. Seeing the look on Sam Howell's face as he threw pick after pick and the chances of an upset slipped away, it was palpably painful to me in a way I haven't felt in a long time. Intellectually I know that this team (especially this team) is going to lose probably about as often as it wins, and that we may be a few years away from being a real contender under the best of circumstances. But I felt the pain of a loss a lot more yesterday than I have in a long time.
Losing sucks. It sucked in 2006. It sucked in 2009, 2013, and 2014. It will suck exponentially more in 2023 if that's our destiny this season.
I kind of like that. Because you only hurt when you actually care. I think I've started back on a path as a fan of actually believing good things can happen, caring about whether they do or not, and taking on the emotional risk of being a real fan. After 25 years of being a checked-out, psychologically scarred cynic, wanting to believe, hell - almost starting to believe, even with the requisite risk of disappointment that comes with it - feels pretty good.

