A cold and snowy Christmas Eve in Orchard Park. The wind howls as the lake effect snow forms drifts all around One Bills Drive. Late in the afternoon with the day’s short sunlight already retied for the day, two poor souls labor away in the executive offices.

Bob Catchit sits at his small desk, laboring away at the books under a bare light bulb. It is cold and Bob wears threadbare gloves as he works.

As Ralph Wilson enters, Bob jumps to his feet. “Hello, Mr. Wilson – Merry Christmas, sir”. “Bah, humbug – what right have you to be merry?” replies the old man. “Well sir”, replies Bob, “I’m going over the numbers from the Toronto game and I think you’ll be pleased. Even though almost nobody went to the game it was a sellout, so our take of the gate was very healthy. And then there’s the payment Rodgers made just to hold the game in Toronto. In all, a very good deal for the organization”. “And what do you know about money, Mr. Catchit? Why if you had the resources of this team you’d waste it on silly things like coaches and general managers – run this team right into the ground”. “Yes, sir, I probably would, sir”, replied Bob nervously.

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