After the game, I told my eight-year-old son -- who weighs 100 pounds and whom I picked up and helicoptered around the room after each of the last three touchdowns and the win, much to the delight of the makers of Advil -- that "this is how it used to be."
"Dad, this is better than that!"
I started to disagree with him, and then my wife said, "He's right, because now you have him to share it with."
I have tears in my eyes just typing that. My son has been a die-hard since he was four and last year I was actually almost apologizing to him for making him a Bills fan. Now, I can honestly say.... I'm glad he is.