I Don't Know Dick

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Now that might sound like an awful title for a blog, but that's your interpretation of what I'm writing about today.

My version is clean.

Here in Buffalo, in case you haven't heard, we are having a problem with our football team. Actually, it is not a new problem at all. They have not sniffed the playoffs since 1999. A long time in any fans life. Nearly suicidal for some people here in this fair city.

Yet what have we had so far this year besides four losses and one lousy win?

We've had vandalism. After the first loss some fans destroyed the lawn of one of the player's homes. After the latest loss someone stole the statue of Thurman Thomas.

We've had bruglary. After the second game someone robbed our cornerback of his $400,000 necklaces.

We've had Hit and Run. After the last game a drunken fan allegedly mowed down six people including three cops.

We've had vulgarity. A movement is afoot to place a billboard in the city to coax the semi-coherent owner to fire the less coherent head coach.

The vulgarity comes in because of a crude play on Richard Jauron's first name.

Hey, it's football. A ball, some goal posts, cleats. Not end of the world stuff.

Most of the good people of Buffalo are able to process that it is just a game and that after losing this one, they'll play another one. (And lose that one too).

A few people can't seem to get a handle on the concept. They are vicious in their attacks and I imagine they consider their all-out assualt on Jauron as comical.

Yet I don't know Dick.

I don't know his family. I don't know his kids. I don't know if it is all his fault and even if it is, I don't know if he deserves a crude billboard denouncing him as a human being.

Fire him then. Let him go off down the road and get another job.

But attacking him? Running each other down in the streets? Robbing the players? Tearing up their lawns?

Yeah, they suck. Yes, you've paid a lot of money for tickets. Sure we all deserve a better effort, but if this is your way of going about getting change - then you don't know Dick either.

(See what I did there? It took a long time to get the last sentence right).

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