The facts
The Buffalo Bills went into Sunday's home game against the banged-up Patriots as heavy favorites, expected to cruise to a fourth straight win and take control of the AFC East.
Instead, Drake Maye threw for 269 yards and three touchdowns, leading New England to a 29-26 come-from-behind win at Highmark Stadium. The game was sealed by a one-handed touchdown catch from Efton Chism with just under two minutes remaining.
Bills safety C.J. Gardner-Johnson was not impressed. "We not going to get into any bulletin board material," he said at his locker. "An elevated guy made a hell of a catch, probably won’t hear from him again. Respectfully. I say that with a lot of confidence because [Maye] didn’t put his confidence in his his best player. If he had he would have thrown it to [Romeo] Doubs or somebody. But they won the game, whatever. They didn’t do s---. They didn’t do s-- better than us. We’ve got to play better. And they can mark that. We’ll be back to see them at the end of the year so they better have that same energy. They put up what, 20-something points? They barely scored. They struggled all game."
He added: "A practice squad player made a hell of a play. That’s all I’m going to tell you. You do it again and he probably won’t make it again."
Two problems. First, Chism has never been on a practice squad. Second, as Doug Kyed of the Boston Herald pointed out, Gardner-Johnson has been: "Just for the record, Efton Chism has never been on a practice squad. CJ Gardner-Johnson has been on a practice squad."
And the team that "barely scored" put up 29 points on Gardner-Johnson's defense. Buffalo had given up 31 to both the Texans and Lions earlier this season, so holding an opponent under 30 apparently felt like a moral victory.
Chism is an undrafted second-year receiver out of Eastern Washington who signed with New England as a kick returner after going unselected in the 2025 draft. He played eight games as a rookie, catching eight passes for 75 yards and a touchdown. On Sunday he had two catches for 43 yards and the game-winner.
His coach, Mike Vrabel, said: "Nobody works harder," noting Chism is in the receivers coach's office before 6 in the morning, "if not 5:30," to get the game plan down. Teammate Romeo Doubs called the catch the "Snag of the year, man,"
The Patriots are 2-2 and host the Raiders next Sunday.
Our take
C.J. Gardner-Johnson is a walking, talking, freshly-fucked clown car. He got bent over a barrel in his own house by an undrafted kid who gets to work before the sun, and the safety’s only response was to invent a whole new, shittier career for the guy. He called Chism a “practice squad player” with the confidence of a man who has literally, verifiably, been on a practice squad himself. What a stupid, hypocritical prick. His mouth is writing checks his ass can’t cash, and the bank just foreclosed on his entire secondary for 29 points. “Barely scored,” he said. Motherfucker, your defense is the reason they scored at all. You are the “barely.” You barely did your job. The Patriots barely had to try because you were out there giving them a fucking charity auction. “We’ll be back to see them at the end of the year,” he promises, like that’s a threat and not a scheduled public humiliation. They can’t wait. They’ll probably have Chism, who has never been on a practice squad, diagram the play where he jukes Gardner-Johnson’s dick into the dirt again. What a spectacular asshole. He starts by saying he won’t provide bulletin board material and then proceeds to wallpaper the entire fucking locker room with it, written in his own shit. The only thing elevated here is Gardner-Johnson’s ego, which is hovering several miles above his actual talent. He got beat, he lied about the guy who beat him, and he forgot he was describing his own pathetic resume. A perfect, shit-filled hat trick of loserdom. Go fuck yourself, CJ. Respectfully. “Respectfully,” he said, before pissing all over his own credibility and the scoreboard. The only thing he’s got a lot of confidence in is being a whiny cunt. Congrats on the L, dickhead. Maybe study the roster instead of your own reflection next time. “A practice squad player made a hell of a play.” Yeah, and a starting safety made a hell of a mistake. Eat shit. They didn’t do shit. Except win. Which they did. Over you. You useless bastard. “They struggled all game.” And you lost. To the strugglers. You are the struggle bus, and it just drove off a cliff wearing your number. Go sit the fuck down. “You do it again and he probably won’t make it again.” You play again and you probably will get beat again. Guaranteed.
