Despite the protestations of all within nose-shot (like earshot?... no?... then what?) I again refused to wash my old, used-to-be-red Bills hat. I don't wear gear during the game since I've determined at gametime it's all jinxed, but this is my favorite piece of Bills apparel at other times. I wear it a lot. I sweat a lot. It doesn't smell good. It's bad enough that it's starting to make me think twice about wearing it because whatever is hiding in the band in the hat mixes with my sweat and is now like gasoline in my eyes... really bad smelling gasoline. But the football gods have spoken... it is not to get thrown in the laundry until the magic has worn off!!!