When I got to college in 1987, we were coming off of three years in which we had gone 8-40. Then all this happened. I remember every moment vividly, much more so than I remember any of the last 15 years. It was the perfect age - old enough to remember OJ, the Talking Proud years, and the subsequent futility; young enough to go to LOTS of games without having family responsibilities or health to worry about. Old enough to know this kind of stuff comes along rarely if ever; young enough to not be jaded and cynical. I am at a much different point in my life now, but I will always remember those years. I'm so glad that my almost-13-year-old son is a huge Bills fan and that I got to watch every minute of this film with him. I've shared chapter and verse of those years with him many times, but he finally really got to see it for himself. He knows full well what the legacy of that team is, and I know now that this will be his team forever.
Also, who was chopping onions in my house all night?