You'd never know it in this town- even though there are lots of Syracuse fans in the area and nearby Little Three team St. Bonaventure is a 14-seed. No, for the past three days, the local sports honks have been saturation-bombing a story about a 27-year-old football player who might, MIGHT!, be signing with the Bills.
Granted, it's big news. Mario Williams is a former first-overall draft pick, fills a vital need of our team on defense, and as recently as Monday (signing discussions officially opened Tuesday afternoon), columnists gave Buffalo no chance at even wanting to court the guy, much less succeed at it. But since Tuesday morning, the radio has been non stop Mario Watch-

- as the pre-kickoff visit plans became known, through The Visit, through The Extension of The Visit, through yesterday afternoon's sudden angst when Mario left for the airport! But No! He's going to pick up his fiancee!, through him staying over in town last night to "sleep on it."
I couldn't listen to this nonsense full-on. I half expected a break-in during the hockey game last night (which the station reluctantly covered, and which the Sabres probably would've won if they'd had Mario just standing on the ice in the final seconds:P)-
Breaking news from One Bills Drive! Mario Williams has left the general manager's office to go to the bathroom! Our beat reporter is on the scene and will be Tweeting any second from the stall to see if we can confirm which number it was!
An hour or so ago, I turned the station back on. With God as my witness, I swear they were playing audio of church bells ringing.
There's supposedly a presser scheduled for within the hour, when a guy barely more than half my age is going to put on an ugly jersey (his Number 90 is taken by another long-time star, so it'll be interesting to see if he buys it off him), get up in a room full of orgasmic reporters and confirm that he has just been given something in the mid-eight figures for beating people up over the next several years.
And then we can get back to rooting for UNC-Asheville to become the first-ever 16 to beat a one-seed again.
Granted, it's big news. Mario Williams is a former first-overall draft pick, fills a vital need of our team on defense, and as recently as Monday (signing discussions officially opened Tuesday afternoon), columnists gave Buffalo no chance at even wanting to court the guy, much less succeed at it. But since Tuesday morning, the radio has been non stop Mario Watch-
- as the pre-kickoff visit plans became known, through The Visit, through The Extension of The Visit, through yesterday afternoon's sudden angst when Mario left for the airport! But No! He's going to pick up his fiancee!, through him staying over in town last night to "sleep on it."
I couldn't listen to this nonsense full-on. I half expected a break-in during the hockey game last night (which the station reluctantly covered, and which the Sabres probably would've won if they'd had Mario just standing on the ice in the final seconds:P)-
Breaking news from One Bills Drive! Mario Williams has left the general manager's office to go to the bathroom! Our beat reporter is on the scene and will be Tweeting any second from the stall to see if we can confirm which number it was!
An hour or so ago, I turned the station back on. With God as my witness, I swear they were playing audio of church bells ringing.
There's supposedly a presser scheduled for within the hour, when a guy barely more than half my age is going to put on an ugly jersey (his Number 90 is taken by another long-time star, so it'll be interesting to see if he buys it off him), get up in a room full of orgasmic reporters and confirm that he has just been given something in the mid-eight figures for beating people up over the next several years.
And then we can get back to rooting for UNC-Asheville to become the first-ever 16 to beat a one-seed again.
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Date: 2012-03-16 07:39 pm (UTC)