Get A Life

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The Buffalo Bills played the Jacksonville Jags in a game on Sunday in London.

The Bills lost and a lot of the blame for their poor play went to their backup quarterback E.J. Manuel.

A lot of the blame probably should have went to him.

He didn't play great.

Yet the above photo shows some of the things that were presented directly to E.J. Manuel's social media account.

I'm hoping the guy didn't see those posts, but he probably did.

By all accounts, Manuel appears to be a decent enough fellow. He was drafted in the first round and was anointed the new savior for a franchise that has had problems putting a win streak together.

He didn't set the world on fire as a starter.

Then his backup job was saved although there were others who assumed that he would be cut and out of work.

He made the team and had to start again because of injury.

And he did stink it up in the 2nd quarter.

Perhaps he deserved to be booed.

I even posted a photo of him as Stevie Wonder.

Hahahahahaha.

But to write a death threat?

But what those words say as presented there...

...has nothing to do with E.J. Manuel.

Those bitter, nasty, vulgar words speak to what there is out in the world now.

Cowardly, idiotic people hiding behind their keyboards, torturing a man for sport.

I felt for E.J. after the game.

And not because he stunk the place out...

...just because he was attacked.

That's awful stuff.

I don't know how someone could write something like that and hit the send button and then sit back and think:

"I told him! I'm a super fan!!

Every week two teams play.

Every week one of those two teams loses.

Guys play great.

Guys play poorly.

It's a freaking game!

Writing something like that?

Vile.

Just vile.

Good luck, E.J.

Maybe you gotta' get away from some of your super fans.

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