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Dear Coach McDermott, Thank you. Thank you for taking over a franchise that was broken long before you arrived — and refusing to let it stay that way. Thank you for walking into Buffalo when hope felt fragile, when the playoff drought felt permanent, and when being a Bills fan meant bracing for disappointment. You didn’t just win games. You restored pride. You broke the drought before Josh Allen ever became Josh Allen. You taught this team how to work, how to believe, how to carry itself. You built a culture that mattered — one rooted in accountability, humility, and toughness. For the first time in a long time, the Buffalo Bills felt stable. They felt respected. They felt like a real organization again. You were a leader of men. Players trusted you. Fans trusted you. Families trusted you with something that mattered deeply to them. You felt like more than a coach — you felt like family. Like the uncle who shows up every year, does things the right way, and gives everything he has even when it’s not easy. We know football is a results business. We know the standard changes when you find a quarterback like Josh Allen. But that doesn’t erase what you gave, or how hard this is to accept. It doesn’t erase the 98 wins, the playoff nights, the belief, or the sense that for once… the Bills were safe in good hands. This ending hurts because it mattered. Because you mattered. No matter what comes next — for you or for this team — know this: Buffalo won’t forget what you did here. You helped heal something. You gave us years we’ll never take for granted. Thank you for the stability. Thank you for the dignity. Thank you for the culture. Once a Bill, always a Bill. With gratitude and respect, #BillsMafia