2008 Buffalo Bills Season

The 2008 Buffalo Bills season was the 39th season for the team in the National Football League and their 49th season overall. They finished with a record of 7–9 for the third consecutive year. They started the season 5-1 before a 2–8 stretch to finish the season.

After a strong beginning to the season, starting quarterback Trent Edwards suffered a concussion in Week Five at Arizona after an Adrian Wilson hit. Edwards had started the year throwing 4 touchdowns and two interceptions through the first five games. After the injury, he threw 7 touchdowns and 8 interceptions, before missing two of the final four games of the season with a groin injury.

Despite strong years from second year running back Marshawn Lynch (1,036 rushing yards, 1,336 yards from scrimmage) and wide receiver Lee Evans (1,017 receiving yards), the team was eliminated from playoff contention in week 15, which secured their ninth straight year without a playoff appearance.

Read more about 2008 Buffalo Bills Season:  Coaching Staff, Preseason Schedule, Schedule, Standings, Notable Roster Additions, Notable Roster Losses, NFL Draft

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