Heartbreaker.

So we lost, 24-23 on a last-second field goal.

I'm not sure what is worse, the fact that we played so well for so long that I started to believe, or that we lost in such a familiar fashion, not being able to hold a lead.

I was so fired up that all through the fourth quarter, my brother, who claims to be a Raiders fan but doesn't know who Lance Kiffin is, was the object of my irritation because of his negative, hateristic attitude. He kept saying, "The wheels are coming off," and "Why can't we stop them?" and "It's over."

And he was right. Normally I'd say this was a moral victory, since the Bills were favored by 9 and playing at home and with all the controversy surrounding the team they had every reason to come in and get blown out.

DeAngelo Hall was continually victimized in the 4th quarter on underneath routes. Wilson's ejection didn't help, because it looked we were forced to play nickel the rest of the game.

But Johnny Lee's touchdown catch-and-run hook-up with JaMarcus was a thing of beauty, even including the taunting penalty he got that was nullified by an unnecessary roughness penalty.

So is Kiffin fired now? Who knows. I don't even care at this point. At one point when the Raiders were playing well and wining, they showed Al in his box and he looked like Terri Schiavo. So, whatever.

But for 2 hours and 59 minutes, I was enjoying the hell out this football game.