It's like breathing, almost involuntary. I don't think about it, or why I do it, I just am a Bills fan. But when the air smells I reserve the right to complain about the smell even though I still appreciate that I am breathing.
It all started with the Christmas my mom got me a new radio, and I listened to WGR play the Bills 12 Days of Christmas over, and over, and over. Then I cemented it by breaking two commandments. Another kid got a neat Bills pencil sharpener and I coveted it, then I stole it. I cannot abandon the team for which,as a nine year old kid, I put myself in jeopardy with the almighty.