Apologies for coming in to this a day late, but it took some time to collect myself.

This is my juvenile Altolamprologus Calvus.



I've had him for two and a half months and named him Fred Jackson the day he came home.

I text my wife yesterday that Fred Jackson had been cut, with the text carrying the full weight of grief that was on my shoulders. She was surprisingly sympathetic for a Philly raised "Birds" nut and was nothing but supportive. If we were home as opposed to at our respective workplaces I'd guess she would have stroked my head and let me know that everything would be alright. I started thinking that we would be alright. Shady is a heck of a lead back to have and Boobie is a goal line hammer. Karlos Williams has mountains of potential and Bryce Brown is far higher in my books than most other Rumblers'.

I had started feeling content with the state of the RB committee in Buffalo. I was still gutted about the loss of leadership in the locker room, but I was happy that Fred had been released early enough to land with another team so that he could play until he felt it was time to sign a one day contract and retire a Bill.

So I arrive home after my wife, who is sat on the couch with a quizzical look on her face. She said that Fred Jackson looked fine and she couldn't see the cut. I then had to explain that while losing MY Fred Jackson would be incredibly upsetting, THE Fred Jackson was cut and that was devastating.

"Oh, so are you going to rename your fish?"

A lesser man would have gotten shouty. Instead I got pouty and fed Fred Jackson his favourite snack of mysis shrimp and whispered to him that I still love him and he'll always be a Bill in my heart...

Then Doug Flutie started getting a bit excited in his tank so he got mysis too.

Needless to say it still hurts. I'm still very excited for the coming season and understand how Fred could be viewed as surplus to requirements, but it still hurts.