My Dad was what was known as a country family doctor in the old days. He was born in Florida to German immigrant parents but grew up in Springville then went to Canisius and UB med school. He was thoroughly Buffalo blooded but worked day and night and didn’t spend much time with his kids but one day in the fall of 1948 said we’re going to a football game in Buffalo. As a 12 year old country bumpkin I knew next to nothing about football but when we got to the old rockpile with thousands of screaming fans watching the Bills take on Otto Graham and the mighty Cleveland Browns I was hooked! Of course, we lost but by perpetually waiting till next year even my grandkids who are young adults who grew up in Patriot country are avid fans. The disease is contagious!