Archive for September, 2009

Same Old Story

September 28, 2009

I’m a fan of the Buffalo Bills. It’s my hometown team. I grew up only a mile or two from Ralph Wilson Stadium. I’ve been following the team pretty closely for about 20 years, and I am not sure that I have ever felt the way about the Bills the way I feel now.

I feel doomed.  I feel like no matter what the team does or doesn’t do, it’s not going to matter.  I feel like the defense will never be quite as dominant as it needs to be to cover for an offense that is going to just suck forever.  Since Jim Kelly retired, Buffalo’s been searching for a quarterback that could be a consistent winner.  They’ve never quite found anyone; not Todd Collins, Rob Johnson, Doug Flutie, Drew Bledsoe, JP Losman, Kelly Holcomb, and not even Trent Edwards.  There have been running backs, but no one spectacular.  Receivers?  Who the hell knows, considering who’s been throwing. 

I keep hoping that somehow, despite all the problems with the guidance and leadership of this franchise, the Bills will get the combo right through sheer luck.  And for one glorious year we could have a playoff team again.

What’s sad is that is how far my expectations have fallen.

Any Day Now

September 24, 2009

My baby boy is due to greet the world on October 13th.  My wife, Melissa, is very ready to evict him from his current residence, and I am eager to meet the boy after all this time.  I have a feeling we might meet him a little earlier than his due date, but not by a whole lot.  And so we wait. 

I’ve been sitting around the house for almost a month.  We had a little scare a few weeks ago that involved a trip to the hospital for some early contractions, and since even a week before that little episode Melissa hasn’t wanted me too far out of earshot.  This is perfectly normal.  To be honest, I’m not too comfortable any time that she’s not home or near people that could help in the case that the big show starts without warning.  I know, she’s a grown up, and she’s a remarkable independent and intelligent woman who can take care of herself.  I still worry.  I’m a Dad and Husband.  It’s what I do.

I admit, I’m going a little crazy.  I miss my late night weekend walks with my brother Sean and his boxer, Gunther.  We’d tour Elmwood up by Lexington and the backstreets and see all the beautiful houses in the still of the night while Gunther peed on every tree and bush along the way.  Sometimes we’d see Lance Diamond outside the Elmwood Lounge and stop for a quick chat.  Other times we’d meet some of his neighborhood friends out of Faherty’s and get a quick drink and shoot the breeze.  I’ll be back there soon enough, but I do miss it a little.

It’s all worth it and more.  While I sit here and type this, my beautiful wife is putting the finishing touches on a beautiful addition to our family.  Soon enough there will be plenty of excitement.  Right now there’s a certain peace and serenity, even as the girls hoot and holler and play princess and mess up the house and seem kind of oblivious to the immediacy of it all.  They’re excited, but not worried or anxious.  I’m all of that.  Melissa is fussing over the rest of us and not really herself.  She’s stocked the house with easy food for me to make for us, gotten all the cleaning done, gotten her bag ready, made sure that everything will be OK while she’s bringing new life into the world.  I think we’re as ready as can be.  Right down to the boy’s name and the clothes he’ll wear home.  And so we wait.

Any day now…