I need to chime in here. It happens.
I grew up in Chicago. Bears, Bulls, Cubs all day (with some love for the White Sox and Blackhawks). I moved all over the country and enjoyed some minor flirtations with other teams while remaining staunchly loyal to all jerseys with Chicago on the front.
Moved to Buffalo in my late 30's. The Bears had just signed Jay Cutler, and we were feeling Superbowl. Trent Edwards was the QB for the Bills. They were mired in a horrendous losing streak at the time and had just drafted Aaron Maybin. I was at Bada Bing on a Sunday afternoon watching the Bears in a nearly empty bar. The Bills game was also on. My interest began to shift from the Bears game to the Bills game. And low and behold, the Bills found a way to win and break the losing streak. For some stupid reason, I began to clap. And NOONE else in that bar seemed to care. In fact, I sensed a deep resentment toward the Bills. And I thought...."This team needs me."
After that day, I fell hard. My love for the Bills exceeds any team I have ever rooted for. And I was 12 when Michael Jordan came to Chicago, and would fall asleep at night with a transistor radio under my pillow listening to those games. I grew up at Wrigley Field. We soared with the 85 Bears. And none of it holds a candle to my devotion to the Bills.
My friends were baffled. But I moved to Buffalo....BUFFALO....from Los Angeles. And it quickly became my favorite city in the U.S. I live in Japan now. I wake up at 2 a.m. to watch the games. I wished I cared less than I do, but dammit...I'm an addict.
Konichiwa from Japan Bills fans.