My parents are both from Buffalo, NY area, so I inherited being a fan from them in the 90s. Upstate NY people are the best people.
But watched in horror the Bills lose four straight super bowls in a row by the time I was nine.
After surviving that trauma I returned to being a fan in the year 2000 as a teenager, to root for their quarterback Doug Flutie, who to my dismay was benched in a game called the “music city miracle.” I gave up on the them again.
In resent years I’ve struggled with the ability to suspend disbelief in football or really any “game,” and I must say after watching them for 35 years:
To paraphrase Nietzsche, to be a Bills fan is to suffer, to survive being a Bills fan is to find some meaning in the suffering.
We are very good, but never great. Never luckier than good. And always get a dose of pity with the silver medal.
There’s deep meaning in our tears.
There’s always next year….
Refs missed a hold on the Jags big run.
Called a first down when Lawrence was short.
Said Cooks dropped it when he caught it.
Gave the Jags a free field goal try at the end of the half.
It really is Buffalo vs The World.
Cris Collinsworth- “The whole Santa thing never did it for me. Letting a stranger in my house? I don’t even let my wife in the house. She sleeps in the driveway.”
Tirico- “Stroud’s pass is incomplete, 3rd down”
It doesn’t matter what you believe or which “side of the fence” you stand on, this is not the answer. It cannot be!
I dare say days like today were inevitable with the amount of rhetoric and vitriol both sides spew against each other.
We must move away from the violence and the hate and embrace dialogue and mutual respect for one another.