#buffalo bandits

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Ian MacKay - Buffalo Bandits at. Ottawa Black Bears 12/13/24/

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The Buffalo Bandits wore Guardians of the Galaxy jerseys to celebrate Marvel Superheroes Night, with an overtime win against the Saskatchewan Rush. The jerseys must have played a part in the victory 😉

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Buffalo Bills Create Division

Tyrod Taylor outscored Aaron Rodgers.  It was by infinity percent.  Buffalo Bills fans didn’t really mind.  Our crops didn’t grow until Taylor ended the drought.  And the continued local favorite got to utilize his skills while his present team was defeated in every way but officially, which made his proficient display harmless.  Not many other Jets helped, as the host dominated without even trying.  A meh effort led to the expected result.  The same will surely happen in a few weeks, right?

A runaway victory to secure conference salutatorian is naturally time for negativity.  Flaunting concerns about a ridiculous blowout helps the roster from cultivating arrogance.  Penalties stop the Bills in a way neither line stops foes.  They can’t get away with it forever.  The postseason is a video game that gets harder with every level, and the Jets are certainly not a boss.

The Bills are not going to be playing Jets-type teams in that single-elimination tournament.  Optimistic observers can note the visitors scored after the result was no longer in doubt.  By you can also point out by the same reasoning that this game was 12-0 at halftime.  Geno Smith’s first professional football employer was one bicycle lock on the home team’s doors from seizing the lead.

Like a singing show trying to hook in marks, the Jets went for a big name.  The music was similarly dissonant.  Repeating history happens to teams that don’t learn it.  New Jersey’s junior franchise shopped at the same outlet where they previously got a pre-owned signal caller.  Each franchise takes on its own identity, as seen by how Green Bay keeps quarterbacks for a generation before Gang Green then acquires them after the expiration date.

I hope the Jets never learn to develop a quarterback.  Of course, I’m a Bills fan.  Giving up on Sam Darnold as if he were the problem sure showed him.  I bet the Vikings are struggling to make the playoffs while his first team has a chance to be the conference’s top seed.  The Jets are Seymour Skinner wondering if he’s out of touch before concluding the problem lies with others, only more cartoonish.

The strategy of letting another franchise suffer through the challenges of developing a passer will surely pay off next time.  Don’t let them know, but other teams might move on from a fading veteran that a sucker thinks will keep thriving on name recognition.  The Jets buying stocks high before selling low is surely not the advice provided by the New York Sack Exchange.

The only thing worse than chasing veterans is this particular veteran.  Rodgers declining to run for an easy first down before scolding the receiver who didn’t catch the shin-level pass summarizes his play, which in turn summarizes his personality.  It’s aggravating to have long drives end within the goal line’s reach, especially for a quarterback whose brand is prickliness.  I felt the opposite.

The conspiratorial specialist was in rare form on frequent turnovers.  An interception could only get better if he got flagged for shoving the intercepter, so bless him for playing along.  And I’ve never seen someone who wanted a ball less than on an emblematic bumbling Jets fumble.  Bobby Hill tried harder at sports than Rodgers.

That’s no way to live for the moment.  The Jets are at least consistent.  A franchise committed to revelry tonight can’t afford groceries tomorrow.  Oh, and they’re not precisely having a blast ignoring consequences.

I still hate their guts and other parts.  The Jets sure are full of themselves for being the Jets.  The only thing worse than cockiness is when it’s unearned.  Sauce Gardner is as phony as Buffalo Wild Wings.  He’s the ersatz eatery’s perfect spokesman.  

The Jets miss the playoffs like they’re the Sabres.  We’ll never know how another first period went due to scheduling demons again planning overlap between the city’s football and hockey squads.  Unlike the usual outcome, Sunday’s opening might’ve been one worth watching.  I’m still relieved last year’s eclipse burst through overcast conditions, but the Sabres feel obscured by clouds.

Everyone helped with a nice Buffalo sports weekend to end the calendar year.  It wasn’t screwed up by the most likely candidate possible.  As for the club whose success I try not to take for granted, I attended Saturday’s Bandits game to enjoy the result of a team putting it all together.  Raising a piece of fabric with the previous season’s date on it commemorates every thrill experienced by players who make shots you’d think would win you bets.  Dick Clark aged faster than Matt Vinc.

Like the Bandits winning, it’s normal Buffalo behavior to kvetch about a blowout win which clinched the conference’s second spot.  But calming down is for those who never stop cheering.  It’s tough to make concerns heard over it.  A lack of serious challenges makes trying to prepare difficult if you’re looking for the downside of a division packed with deadbeats.  There’s at least one upcoming opportunity that won’t be won by imposing will on an AFC East miscreant.

The lucky Bills get an extra playoff game unlike those cursed Chiefs.  If you like football, you should want to play more of it, right?  It’s reminiscent of how true golf fans want to hit the ball as often as possible.  

Playing for nothing is nothing new.  But the reason is.  This year’s version has reached a place where the regular season finale is meaningless, and not in the EJ Manuel way.  Buffalo gets an audition game that technically counts.  It won’t affect them in an way other than their feelings.  I’ve got bad news for Bills fans wondering who to cheer for: there’s incentive to lose the finale with their playoff seeding locked and a chance to knock New England out of drafting first overall.  Go Patriots?

A game you can have on without monitoring closely for plot developments is like streaming a show you’ve seen a dozen times.  And it’s unlike football on Netflix, which makes not watching closely even better.  The semipermanent second-best conference team fulfilled its destiny again unless it’s interested in changing the outcome.

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My hometown team and only NLL (National Lacrosse League) team I root for, that I have such a hardcore emotional attachment to is playing a new NLL team that stars one of my favorite PLL (Premiere Lacrosse League) guys, Jeff Teat.

I'll be sad if we beat him but mad if they win.

🥲

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earned

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😂 Can we get Sabres to turn things around and make Buffalo a massive triple threat?!

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Back to the Finals

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Georgia Swarm at. Buffalo Bandits 12/29/23/

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Josh Byrne (#22, Buffalo Bandits), with one of his customary acrobatic goals

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recent news has me thinking about the guy who wasn’t a rebel, who was a survivor, who did whatever it took to get through the day ☀️

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One, two, three, four, five, SIX. We want seven!

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Another Title Anything But Routine for Buffalo Bandits

I had to buy another championship shirt.  Thanks a lot, favorite team.  Incessant shopping is such a hassle.  The Buffalo Bandits have to sew relevant information onto another banner, which seems like a tricky project.  And they had to update the sign with the championship year.  Eh: there may be worse things than getting another number.  

Buffalo is New York’s lacrosse capital.  Albany can have their narcissistic twits taking your money to tell you how to live, and we’ll have Tehoka.  The Erie Canal Bowl resulted in shipping the Cup in one definite direction.  The league’s flagship franchise is winning like it, which is sweet news for those seeking precedent for things working out like they should for once.

Commemorate the first time since the first time.  Fans revel in a rather rare event, namely the second consecutive title accumulation since the first and second seasons.  The Bandits are back to back-to-back.

All you pessimists didn’t think the most awesome outcome imaginable was possible just a couple months ago. Someone as inherently cheerfully positive as me certainly wasn’t grumpy about any midseason losses.  I also think this universe is a blessing that’s all planned for happiness ever since late Saturday.

Cool professors weigh end of semester results more heavily than confusing early classes.  Better grades toward the end show accelerated learning upon familiarity with the subject.  The Bandits learned and adapted.  They’re the same team that started the season with occasionally shaky performances yet different.  Answer a zen riddle with wooing about winning.

It turns out the finish is the most important part.  The NLL is just another sports outfit that focuses on results.  It’s so predictable.  They only honor the top competitor.  There’s exactly one important time for comparing scores.  It happens at the very end.

The Bandits are an apology.  One other neighborhood team is competitive while the other is dreadful while both share the common characteristic of never winning the league’s final game.  They alternate every couple years.  Variety doesn’t always improve circumstances.

The Bills and Sabres oscillate between crushing dreams by getting close and being so inept that toxic waste spills ask to not be compared to them.  Meanwhile, Buffalo’s RC Cola wins it all again.

A year that ended with a title started off feeling like an eclipse season.  Clouds at the most inopportune time led to naturally thinking an event rarer than a Buffalo championship would be a letdown.  But our planet’s star and satellite burst through overcast skies at the moment of totality.  The lesson was not that things failed to work out but rather that we just had to persevere through trepidation.  The Bandits shined like plasma.

Nobody could’ve been too disappointed if this season ended like it began.  A lack of cohesion early in the campaign seemed to be leading toward making us cherish 2023.  Memories of a dreamlike run through the postseason might’ve been what sustained us through the offseason.  They do, but they’re blessedly from a couple days ago instead of nearly a year.

The only misstep was not waiting a few days to officially rejoice.  Partying before midnight until after noon would make Andrew W.K. proud.  But hosting a bash before sweeping up confetti from the night before was, in the words of Gilbert Gottfried’s epitaph, too soon.  Holding a congregation the afternoon after the win means the faithful didn’t even have a chance to finish expiring celebratory liquor before it turned sour.

The assembly held one short sleep after the season ended came at a time for those who thought last year’s weekday 5 p.m. bacchanalia wasn’t positioned oddly enough.  Hangovers still hadn’t set in.  Festive attendees of the season finale could’ve stayed out all night, gotten breakfast late into their personal days, then mulled around the plaza until the players showed up like a matinee following a night game.

What was the rush?  Social media comments about the gala include some from rueful backers who are rightfully bummed out that they missed posts about a shindig that one might think would be scheduled after a slight subsiding of the immediate hullabaloo.  I’m attempting to refrain from kvetching about ownership right now, but a Pegula-style screwup hindering the jubilation around their one ultimately successful franchise is on brand.

I felt lucky to have noticed they were convening.  As a reminder, always check social media constantly in case a team you admire wins it all and invited all their fans to live it up with them soon after.

My personal rally policy is to appear at any gathering in commemoration of a Buffalo club prevailing in an athletic tournament.  You may have noticed it’s rarely applicable.  Going annually is a relatively frequent pace, so your daughter will understand if you skip her wedding.  Move the ceremony to the front of the French Connection statue.

It’s better to show up on the back of a fire truck than in the back of a cop car.  Players demonstrated their skill at disembarking from engines serving as chariots for victors, which might be even tricker than scoring in a clinching game.  Everyone thankfully reached the ground safely before traveling through a most appreciative crowd then converging on stage to gleefully cuss in between lager swigs and cigar puffs.  This roster knows carousing like they do conquering.

I could get used to this.  The habit of filling a case with shiny metal sculpted into triumphant shapes is a delight that should never be taken for granted.  We spent 15 years waiting for last year’s glorious result, so this interregnum was a blink.

Overindulging in elation is fine for the moments after your beloved wins it all.  I’m trying to avoid feeling too depressed, which is why I’m not going to tally how many seasons of teams I like began with dreams of supremacy before ending  like a mob torching.

Nobody in Buffalo needs to be told those other two squads are still on the list like they’re trying to get a Trabant in East Germany.  The Bandits have Ian MacKay, while the others sit in the waiting room as described by Fugazi frontman Ian MacKaye.  As part of my newfangled commitment to positivity while I’m still buzzing from the commissioner leaving hardware in town, I’m avoiding wallowing in obvious comparisons to the city’s other teams.  I will just say the Bandits offer a good example.

Winning a ring for the other hand inspires almost as much pride as no Bandit ever winning the league’s sportsmanship award.  The thrill remains intense even when there’s a recent example of pure bliss.  Nothing’s lighter to lift than a heavy trophy.