On Sunday afternoons in the fall I would sit in front of our little TV with my dad and he would tell me to "watch number 32." In 1976 I went on a summer camp field trip to Niagara University to watch the Bills' training camp. I was seven. Of course every little kid there wanted to see O.J., and of course that was the summer he held out. I went to my first game at Rich in 1979. Steve Grogan threw two bombs to Stanley Morgan and we lost to the Patriots. No matter. I was hooked for life. Loved the '80-'81 Chuck Knox teams. Suffered through the mid-'80s when we went 8-40 over three seasons. Soared and crashed with the four SB teams. Have endured since. My son, now 10, is a dyed-in-the-wool fan. I have apologized to him for this on several occasions.