My dad used to bug me in the late 70 s to go to a game when I was around 8 yrs old. The year the Steelers won the SB and some of my friends were all jazzed about it and I recognized the excitement they held but didn't understand how the game of Football got them there.
My Dad was a nasty drunk, not physically but I was afraid of him but still looked up to him. I also realized as a kid , going to the game was important to him so I agreed to go to a game.
We took a bus from the Transit Hill drug store run by Paul Scavone and got to the stadium. We sat in the old NN section, upper deck, second row from the edge. The game? MIAMI!!!
First win over them in a decade. Are you freaking kidding me. I was nine or ten at the time and instantly hooked. Between the atmosphere in the stadium that day and my mean, impatient old man taking the time to patiently explain the game to me , Inever looked back.
We went to every home game for the next two years. I missed the Pittsburgh game where we held Bradshaw to 9(!?) yards passing cause I was sick. I also remember watching the San Diego game with Fergy on a bad leg. My first taste of Bills disappointment 🤔
I skipped the Kay Stevenson/ Hank Bullough years though I do remember beating Dallas in one of those 2 win seasons.
I was 16 when Kelly came to town and was absolutely spoiled over the next decade of Bills fandom. Had season tickets in 88 and 91. Was on the field with my best man, Tim , for the tearing down of the GP after the Smerlas FG block Jets game.
This last year I finally reached my breaking point, no Sunday ticket( I live in Charlotte NC) . I've seen so many iterations of this team dysfunctionally sucking that I just couldn't anymore.
Am unwarrentedly optimistic that Whaley and Pegulas will get it right this time and will get the Sunday Ticket next year because, What choice do I have? I'm a lifer as a Bills fan. A nasty, soul draining addiction 👍🏻