Ah, Buffalo. Only you can help me relive my childhood. Being 1-3, I thought to myself tonight: "Hey, the Bills won't toy with my emotions again! Let me go watch some MNF." I even took Cowboys +10.5 to make sure I wouldn't get too emotionally invested with the Bills.

Boyyyy was I wrong. If you missed the game, here is a recap of the final 3:45:

1. Dallas starts on their own 20, down 24-16
2. SOMEHOW, Romo shreds the defensive and scores a friggin' TD with 22 seconds left
3. Given that Dallas is down by 8 points, they need to go for the 2pt conversion
4. Dallas FAILS the two point conversion.

At this point, I'm ecstatic. The lowly Bills have defeated the America's most hated team, the Cowboys.

NOT. (This would be not-so-subtle foreshadowing)

Dallas RECOVERS the onside kick with 18 seconds left. Their first play to TO (which got down to Buffalo's 25) was reversed by the booth. Somehow, with 13 seconds left, Dallas runs two plays to get to Buffalo's 25.

And makes a 53 yard field goal as time expires to win, 25-24.

I want to shoot myself in the knees.

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1. Their first time, they missed a 47 yard field goal with 8 seconds left to lose by 1 point to the NY Giants
2. Their second time, they got beaten soundly by the Redskins
3. Third time, a 52-17 blowout at the hands of the Cowboys
4. Fourth time (which I couldn't bear to watch) was another 30-13 loss to the Cowboys

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I was 8 years old when they lost their first Super Bowl. Let me tell you, that stuff sticks with you for LIFE. It's brutal.

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I know this game is gonna stick with me for a while. Sure, the Bills are 1-3 and have no chance at the playoffs ... but I just want some HOPE, damnit!