Off the Wall

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The more I think about it the more pissed off I get.

The Buffalo Bills have a ceremony when they want to induct a player or coach or owner onto the ring of honor or wall of honor or wall of fame, or whatever the hell they call it.

Whenever you see the names on television as they pan the wall for this prestigious honor there is the name big and bold.

O.J. Simpson.

You remember O.J., right?

2,003 yards.

Fast as hell.

Always smiling.

Nordberg.

TV Commercials.

Our biggest star.

He's in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. When they honored him he brought his beautiful wife down onto the field and paraded her around.

A little while later he chopped off her head.

And there his name sits on the wall:

O.J. Simpson.

Honor.

Fame.

Well, I am just dumb enough to think that we can start a movement to make the Bills take it down.

Take it down.

And I know all the stupid excuses. He's on the wall for what he accomplished on the football field.

That's bullshit.

I think that we need to take charge on this. Today's players are scumbags too. Lying, cheating, murdering, driving drunk, beating their spouses, running people over on street corners, shooting themselves at night clubs and killing dogs.

Send a freaking message.

Somebody!!!

Why can't the Bills organization take charge?

This year at halftime of another dismal home game invite the national press in. Hell, invite the Simpson family (who aren't in prison in) and make a speech.

To take his damn name off the wall.

Think of the positive message that we will be sending to the kids.

Think of the fact that the Bills may gain some sort of credibility.

Think of the embarrassment that Orenthal might feel when word gets back to him in his 8X10.

Why can't we send a message about living life right?

Why is the wall of honor a wall of horror?

Get that asshole off the wall.

(Feel free to share this. I'm serious. It needs to be done).

Comments

Terry said…
Am I the only one that saw the title and thought he was going to recollect his days as a Michael Jackson fan growing up?
19 August, 2013
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