Over the past two years, I’ve engaged in a slightly perverse and always sad tradition I call the Monday Morning Sigh of Shame.
The morning after every Buffalo Bills home game, I skim through social media in search of insight that might help me celebrate a win or mourn an agonizing loss. My search for interesting analysis inevitably leads me to Twitter, which inevitably leads me to video of drunken Bills fans doing unspeakable things to themselves and each other, which inevitably leads to me exhaling a sizable and sorrowful sigh of regret that the moron who posted the video is, like me, a Buffalo Bills fan.