As we head into another week of NFL action, I'm still in awe of how bad it is to watch Detroit every year on Thanksgiving—and Plaxico shooting himself was incredible.

The hits keep rolling for a Bills fan as doom and gloom awaits this Sunday over the Peace Bridge in what could be an eerie preview of the future of Buffalo's franchise.

A lot of people ask me how I have managed to stay a Bills fan this long.  I promptly let them know that my elementary cafeteria replaced chocolate milk with Pepto in the late 1980s.  It would also be fair to say that Tina suffered a lot of abuse from Ike before she hit the skids!

Listen, it's bad out there for a Bills fan these days.  

Even the local writers who manage to sound professional 90 percent of the time seem more fed up than I have ever heard them.  This is probably due to the small glimmer of hope that was dangled away from us in the past two months.  I take that back; it most certainly is the issue.  

I imagine the offices of local sports guys with the little garbage can basketball hoop, paper basketballs all over the floor, holes in the wall, and empty liquor bottles strewn about amongst the shattered dreams of what may have been.

Has everyone given up?  I feel like I'm starting to! Imagine, it took 87 years for the Red Sox to return to glory, and at least the Red Sox were willing to spend some money.  I think this franchise is going over the falls without a barrel.  Plug your noses if you are going along for the ride!