I turned on the television set on Sunday afternoon waiting to be shocked at the horror that was sure to fill my screen. I was anticipating the violence and the gore that would be so appropriate for a day like Halloween. Would I witness bloodshed the likes of which I’d never seen? Would I be aghast in terror at a crimson sheen of viscera spread across the field in Orchard Park, New York?
Nah.
Honestly... Miami’s loss to Buffalo was, for the most part, completely uninteresting and boring. I expected a loss. Hell, I expected a blowout.