Reversal of Fortune
From his perch high above Elmwood Avenue, Dave Staba writes:
Over the past decade, as the Buffalo Bills endured a parade of quarterbacks and coaches, you could always be sure of this much:
In the most critical of moments against quality opponents, something would go horribly wrong.
In the closing moments, the defense would passively allow the enemy quarterback to work his way methodically downfield, unable to get within swatting distance of him or his receivers until the other guys were celebrating in Buffalo’s end zone.
The Bills’ own attempts at late-game dramatics would end with an interception, sack or fumble. Or, just to shake things up, a sack and a fumble.
And, on those rare occasions when the offense and defense each performed their late-game duties with competence, you could look forward to a special-teams fiasco either mundanely procedural (watching the other team, lacking timeouts, manage to get off a decisive field goal as time expires) or historically surreal (watching the opponent execute a cross-field throw of questionable legality to produce a touchdown as time expires. In a freaking playoff game).








