Well, that's a weight off my shoulders! I didn't want to say it out loud because I thought a bunch of mentally unstable Saints fans would kill me, but I was worried where Rob Ryan would end up. He just fit New Orleans so perfectly, off the field obviously, that I was concerned that he wouldn't be able to adapt anywhere else. I suppose that gravitating towards his brother was the obvious choice, but let's be honest, the fact that his brother is in Buffalo is a blessing. Can you see Rob Ryan strutting into the facilities in a matching sweatsuit if Rex was still coaching right outside of Manhattan? He'd be an absolute laughing stock. Literally anywhere else and Rob Ryan looks like a goddamn clown for dressing like a middle school gym teacher. You put him in the heart of Buffalo looking like he's straight out of a 'Russell Athletic' ad and people might just confuse him for the mayor. As much as he needed to be relieved of his coaching duties with the Saints, I am happy to see he landed on his feet. Especially in a place that values gluttony, alcoholism, and extra layers. That's the trifecta for the Ryan boys.
P.S. Yes, I realize he doesn't actually have a job there (yet), but him happily taking a lap around the Bills practice field is exponentially better than what I imagined he was doing. Which was aimlessly walking around the airport looking for a flight to a city that fits his interests, and whose citizens don't want him publicly executed for making a classless 'Hurricane Katrina' joke on national television.