I often tease my dad, "Dad, you said no loose girls, no drugs, no alcohol. Why didn't you say 'No Bills"?
The Bills are the only team I care about. I yell, scream, hoot, holler and cheer at the TV. Sometimes I leave the room in a huff, and slink back into room hoping things have changed. But they rarely do. When it comes to football in general, if the Bills aren't playing, and I'll just sit and watch. No yelling, no emotional interest.
Honestly, if the Bills left Buffalo I don't know if I'd even follow the game anymore. I know I would forever hate the new city they moved to.
I became a fan in the late '60's, and have endured some 2-12 years, the decade of failure against the Dolphins, and every humiliation since. But like a moth to a flame, I keep believing. Hence the screen name.
True story: I used to bargain with God that they'd win ONE Super Bowl before I die. I got a little nervous in the 90's. I'm in my 50s now and have come to the conclusion that the good Lord must be planning on a long life for me.