I have noticed something the last couple of months. It used to be that certain fans or "people" (subhumans?) used to HATE us. Call us all sorts of derogatory terms, impugn our integrity and generally take great pleasure in anything negative that happened to the Buffs. This led to many mediocre years when they gloried in our averageness and made fun of our newly found softness as the "Fluffaloes." What I have noticed is that noone cares anymore. I tell them who I played for and they look at me with profound sadness and pity. "Oh you poor thing. They are terrible." I feel like I am an abuse victim or something and I HATE IT!!! We are not even irrelevant. We are subjects of pity and remourse. Its the same kind of pity I feel when I see Earl Campbell on TV in his wheelchair. I think to myself, "man, that guy was superman, a wonderful human being and now he can't even walk or string together a coherent sentence." It's an empty remourseful feeling in the pit of the stomach. That's the kind of pity most have for the Buffs now. I also have to admit, I am not even angry anymore. I am still in grief but I have to say that I have moved on with my life. It's like the younger brother or Uncle that could never get it together. You know the one your Dad tried to help off and on for 30 years and never could quit break through. So, eventually you moved on and kind of forgot about him. That's where I am at.
