Great, Scott!

In case the picture of the Hindenburg crashing and burning didn’t make it clear, this is a post about the Super Bowl.

Actually, it’s about boneheaded decisions, tempting fate, and messing with the cosmic forces of nature.

Which means it really is about the Super Bowl.

But not just this year's game.  THAT ONE.  The one that ripped out the heart of every Bills fan, and scarred our psyche for the rest of our lives.

Why did I feel compelled to bring it up again?

Blame Scott Norwood.

Look, I don’t blame him for losing the game….he just failed to win it for us.

But now he’s messing with us again.

Did you see the story that his AFC Championship rings are up for auction?

My first reaction was “Oh my God, some deranged Bills fan is going to buy them and bring them to Buffalo”.

NOOOOOOO!  THAT CAN’T HAPPEN!

I liked Scott Norwood.  He was a good kicker except for that one moment when we really needed him.

By all accounts, he’s a good human being.  And maybe he needs the money.  Maybe he’s in debt.  I hope he gets lots of money for the rings….AS LONG AS THEY DON’T COME HERE.

It’s that cosmic forces thing.

We all know, deep down inside, that if Scott Norwood made that field goal, life in Western New York would have been different.

The Bills would have won at least one more Super Bowl.

No Goal would have been ruled no goal.

Home Run Throwback would have been ruled a forward lateral.

We’d have Bass Pro.  We’d have a new Peace Bridge.

It would be like “It’s a Wonderful Life”.

But none of it happened, because Scott Norwood missed the kick.

So he has to stay away.

Scott Norwood, or anything that has anything to do with Scott Norwood, cannot come back to Western New York until after the Bills actually win a Super Bowl.

You think I’m over-reacting?

Don’t mess with cosmic forces.

Remember a couple years ago when the Bills looked pretty good.  We even dared to use the P-word.  But then it happened.  Scott Norwood.

In their infinite wisdom, the Bills decided it was time to honor Norwood.

So naturally, the team lost that game.  They stunk.  And the lost the next game.  And the next one, and the one after that.  Seven in a row and the season went down the tube.

Cosmic forces.

Which brings me to this year’s Super Bowl.

Congratulations, Seattle.  You’ve become Buffalo.

Admit it, Bills fans.  When they threw that interception, we had these three reactions in the next 2.7 seconds:

• I can’t believe they did that.
• I can’t believe they gave the game to the Patriots.
• That’s what usually happens to us.

We’re Bills fans, we expect things like that to happen to us…..we expect to lose in a devastatingly disappointing way because it happens to us all the time.

So maybe it happened to Seattle because of cosmic forces.

Maybe because of Marshawn Lynch.  Since they got him, he’s played well and has never hit anyone with his car or gotten caught with a gun in his trunk or done any of the other stupid things he did here.

Admit it, even though we hate the Patriots with the heat of a thousand suns, there was something just a little rewarding about knowing Lynch was deprived of the chance to be the hero.

Maybe because of Pete Carroll.  Slimy, smarmy Pete Carroll will forever be known as the man who made the dumbest decision in the history of the Super Bowl.  Maybe in the history of professional sports.  Hell, let’s call it one of the worst decisions in the history of the world.

Although filling the Hindenburg with hydrogen didn’t work out all that well.

Neither did President McKinley’s decision to come to Buffalo in 1901.

Cosmic forces again.  That’s when things started going downhill for us. 

Hmmmm….maybe if McKinley hadn’t been shot, Norwood would have made the kick.

A special anniversary weekend

There are anniversaries we celebrate.  Weddings and other life milestones, sports victories and record-breaking performances, debuts….things like that.  There are anniversaries we commemorate every year.  Deaths, tragedies like 9-11….the list goes on.

Then there are the anniversaries we would like to forget.  And here in Western New York, two of the biggest are this weekend.

Yesterday was the 21^st  anniversary of Super Bowl XXV.  And today is the 35^th anniversary of the Blizzard of 77.

Two events.

Four words: Wide Right.  The Blizzard.

A disaster of biblical proportions.  And a snowstorm.

Okay, that’s a bit much.

But the fact is, in the entire history of Western New York, how many events had such a significant and long-term (even permanent) impact on the region, on the people….and on our psyche?

Even when the British burned Buffalo to the ground in the War of 1812, we managed to recover.  Although parts of the city look like they’re still under construction from back then.

The only other event I can come up with which matches these two is the assassination of President McKinley in 1901.  A lot of people still believe that was the moment Buffalo began its decline.

But let’s go back to the Blizzard & the Bowl, since those are the anniversaries being marked this weekend.

The Blizzard just may be the most eventful event we’ve ever had.  Both in terms of how it impacted us, and how it impacted our perception around the country.  Even around the world.

We don’t get nearly as much snow as other cities.  Like Syracuse.  And we all know that for the most part, when we do get clobbered, most of the time the area that gets it is the snowbelt south of the city.  And ski country.  You know, where they build ski resorts because they get a lot of snow?

Other cities have had snowstorms that were just as bad.  Even worse.  Snowstorms that have killed many more people, or have been much more destructive.

Ever hear of the Donner Party?  No matter how bad it gets here, we’ve never had to eat our neighbor. 

But when we talk to people in other parts of the country, and they find out we’re from Buffalo, what’s the first thing they say?  “How do you handle all that snow?”  “How can you live there in the winter?”

That’s all because of the Blizzard.

It’s not officially winter in the United States until there’s a snowstorm in Western New York, and the Weather Channel and all those other networks can do live shots from here (never in Buffalo, of course…always in the Southtowns or the Southern Tier) and their reporters are seen being buffeted by blustery winds in near white-out conditions.  Then everyone can say “Look at Buffalo….you know, that’s where they had the biggest blizzard ever”.

The Blizzard also changed us.  It gave us a chip on our shoulder the size of Lake Erie.  We know it snows here.  We know there are times it isn’t handled very well.  Like when all those people got stuck on the Thruway a few years ago.  Or when everyone who worked downtown either got stuck at work or spent 10 hours trying to get home when we had the Thanksgiving week storm in 2000.  (ever since then, my emergency kit goes into my car in October and stays there until May)

But the Blizzard was a once in a lifetime event.  The perfect storm of storms.  And it was 1977.  The technology, the equipment, and the knowledge are all better today.  (although the local weather guys would probably still get the forecast wrong)

If the same type of storm happened again tomorrow, it wouldn’t be nearly as devastating and the impact wouldn’t last nearly as long.  The roads would be cleared sooner.  We’d be back at work and the kids would be back at school.  We wouldn’t be stuck in our homes as long.  Plus we’d have cable.  We’d be able to see all those Weather Channel live shots.

As for the Super Bowl, let’s face it.  We all know, deep in our heart of hearts, if Scott Norwood had made that field goal we would have gone on to win at least one more Super Bowl.  Look, if one or two plays had been different during the game it wouldn’t have even come down to the kick.  If Jeff Hostetler didn’t hang on to the ball when he was sacked in the end zone (and I still don’t know how Bruce Smith didn’t manage to get a touchdown instead of a safety) or if Mark Ingram could only manage to break 5 tackles instead of the entire defense on that third and 13 play or one of a bunch of other plays had been different it could have been Marv being drenched with Gatorade at the end of the game.

It was that moment when being a Bills fan began to change.  Optimism gone, hopes dashed, we know that somehow some way we’re going to get hosed.

Never mind winning another Super Bowl.  We all know, deep in our heart of hearts, if Scott Norwood makes that kick, life in Western New York is different

Those cosmic forces that have lined up against us ever since then would have targeted some other city.

“No Goal” would have been ruled no goal.

Bass Pro would be here.

We’d have a new Peace Bridge.  And a convention center.  And a children’s hospital.  And everything else that we were supposed to get but never got.

Think I’m kidding?  Think it was just a missed field goal that cost us a game?  A very, very, very big game?

Look at what happened just a few months ago.  The Bills decided to honor Scott Norwood.  And that day, the team played its worst game of the season.  Followed by several other worst games of the season.  The day they honored Norwood is the day they began the seven-game losing streak that turned their season from exciting to embarrassing.

Yep, cosmic forces.  Wide Right lives on.

So if you’re celebrating a happy anniversary this weekend, I’m happy for you.  Because I’m just thinking about how different things might be around here.