I’m not ready for the bills to be this good

Since the NFL colonized Thursday nights, only one team has won the season opener to win the Super Bowl. This is, of course, a loaded statistic, as the Super Bowl winner is always decided in the first slot Thursday night and the last team to win back-to-back championships were the ’03 and ’04 Belichicks, so you can see how the notion collapses at once.

But as you’ve noted, every single paid analyst and all those parrot critics have all concluded that the Buffalo Bills are by all accounts the best team in the sport, making a reprimanding of the Los Angeles Rams last night 31-10 a possibility. A potential, conceptually viable harbinger of a future we may not live to see.

Invoices? Well, we can’t have it, although the idea of ​​a team that never won a Super Bowl, whose last championship occurred in 1965 in a space league known only to Joe Namath and to bring the NFL to its knees, seems to be appealing. The Bills have been acclaimed for having the most clothes and least shirtless, and by the looks and sounds of last night, they travel well. They struggled through nearly four years with Jim Kelly, Bruce Smith, Marv Levy, and many more years nowhere near nearly anyone else, even threats to move the team to Toronto. By any correct social scale, they have this future.

But their only sweets also mean a tsunami of “I told you so back in August” that will escalate normally disturbing viewing of studio shows into a drone of unbearable arrogance. There are some exceptions, sure, but why spoil the flow of an elegantly created blog by mentioning all the genie versus rent?

However, early returns indicate that the Bills are very well positioned to be the number one team in the nearly two decades that go Thursday through Sunday. Slowly pressing down on the defending champions, Bills got Josh Allen a little under-the-old, meaning he threw two interceptions, but only missed three goals and Bills converted nine of his 10 touchdowns. They really looked like they should have had the ball for 41 minutes instead of the 31 they already did, especially if you also consider the seven times in front of them defensively led by Wheel of Fortune fighter Von Miller who bullied Matthew Stafford into not doing any mobile commercials on launch. repeatedly. Clearly Lily has moved on, perhaps to someone in a junior contract.

Indeed, Buffalo seemed like the most imposing contender in a conference full of them, while the Rams looked, well, kinda old, a bit squeaky, with a hint of it being yesterday’s news. It is also something the critics have made clear in their method. That would be another bad sign for our fun, although not picking a hero to repeat is a relatively low branch hitting him in the head.

In short, the bills sounded the way all the TV chiefs said they would, and in some ways, so did the rams. Thursday didn’t reveal something most people didn’t already expect, so we need a sleeper and we need it soon. The problem is that almost every team is hated in its own way, so finding a team that satisfies your soul and casino shortcomings will not be easy.

However, there is good news. None of this year’s pre-shows can be uniformly awful as last night. With Hoda Kotb turning in a nanosecond from “The Queen Is Dead” to “The Woman Who Was Supposed To Be With Me On This Appalling Set Had To Travel To London To Make Sure The Queen Is Still Dead” to “How Do You Attack This Football!” On new levels of worthy TV production, the kind that makes people flee to podcasts, or wooded areas without wifi. It all made us wish that no matter how royal, colonial, and empire felt, Liz still wanted to live to the NBA All-Star break as soon as possible, just to keep the airwaves going.

We’ll have a Sunday full of more fake faces, especially since the Premier League kicks off all its games this weekend, but the one thing that saves the NFL from its vulgar excesses is: the life span of Elizabeth II. The talking point almost certainly won’t get much further than the Chargers-Chiefs in Week 2.