Tim Schmitt: Hello, Trent; thanks for the memories, J.P.

Sunday was, for lack of a better phrase, that day. That day when you sensed a change in the direction of a punchless franchise that's languished for a decade. That day when the crew at Laux loaded the price guns and moved Bills No. 7 paraphernalia to the clearance rack. That day when you cherished the short memory and quick forgiveness of a city that's been suppressing its love of football.

Sunday was simply that day when you realized Trent Edwards was the next starting quarterback of the Buffalo Bills.