It’s typical that I would find humour in a positive informational blurb from the Buffalo News:
Delaware North Cos. Sportservice division is looking for non-profit groups to staff its Ralph Wilson Stadium concession booths again this football season.
That’s for a generous fundraising opportunity but damn it all if Bills fans don’t feel like they are the non-profit group staffing Ralph Wilson’s stadium. Whether it’s the non-performance of the team, enduring the weather, dealing with the strangely long commute to the stadium for such a small metro or, the semi-annual berating from certain local scribes and talking heads about the Titanic like cling Buffalonians hold to their sinking ship of a…[Readers choice of: Team, City, or double leg drop].
But then I’m reminded of some decent and sensitive words from, of all places, Ralph Wilson himself:
“I think even though Buffalo is receding economically and it’s more difficult for us to operate than other areas, we can still survive.”
“I think it would be very damaging, speaking just for Buffalo now, to move that team,” Wilson said. “I think it would be crushing to the fans if they didn’t have that team, win or lose.
“I think as long as a team is not losing a lot of money … if ownership can’t afford to stay, then they should move. But if they can get some help from the residents, the taxpayers and other people, they should stay. So I have voted against all relocations. All. Because I don’t think it was right.”
Well, alright, if we try hard enough we’ll be okay. Somehow Buffalo and it’s people find ways to pull through hard times and I can certainly envision a fairy tale ending to these nagging uncertainties. Things have a way of falling through around here too. If that be the case, we will, no matter the Colin Cowherd’s who question the sanity of buying season tickets for outdoor games in Orchard Park, have lived our last fine times with reckless enjoyment.
Welcome to Summer Optimism from FTLT.
Tags: Buffalo Bills, Ralph Wilson
July 2, 2009 at 5:53 pm |
This is going to be way better than the summer of love from 2003. The fall of single life, and winter of discontent that followed that wonderful summer made it so much less awesome in retrospect.