Sunday, September 2, 2007
The good, the bad and the ugly...
This time of year is very stressful for NFL families across the country. Why? It's cut time. Every NFL team had to make cuts yesterday to get down to the maximum of 53 players on the roster. Cut day is the worst - players keep their cellphones handy in case they get "the call." Everytime the phone rings because a friend or family member is calling to get an update, the anxiety level heightens. If that call does in fact happen, the waiting game begins to see if you'll be lucky enough to end up with another team that season. It doesn't happen that often, so the rest of the football season is spent looking at options, waiting and hoping for another chance to play in the NFL. This time of year brings up so many bad memories because Ryan has been on the other end of that call several times. We know how it feels, and it sucks.
I am happy to report though that Ryan made it through cuts as expected and will be the starting fullback for the Buffalo Bills this year. We are so incredibly excited and feel so blessed that Ryan has this opportunity. Ryan is a guy who was undrafted coming into the NFL, played on four different teams before ending up in Buffalo, and is now entering his fifth season with the same team. To say that he has defied the odds is an understatement. We constantly thank God for the opportunities he continues to bestow on us. There is no doubt in my mind that without our faith, Ryan would have been an NFL casualty a long time ago.
Our excitement and joy is somewhat muted by the fact that some of our good friends weren't as lucky. The husbands of two of my best compadres here in Buffalo were cut. And so the cycle begins - they pack up their homes, put them on the market and hope they sell. They wait, and wait, and wait. I think my heart hurts even more for them because I know EXACTLY what they must be feeling right now. If I could give them any advice, it would be that no matter what happens, life goes on. The NFL world is a small one, and no doubt we'll cross paths again.