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I have an unopened box of Kelly Krunch.

 

Sadly, I recently discovered that my Flutie Flakes have disappeared.

 

My step-children, having grown up on the island of Mindanao in the Philippines, apparently don't appreciate the sacrosanct nature of Bills memorabilia. It's a mystery beyond the comprehension of the uninitiated.

 

Obviously, I'm failing as a step-dad.

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My parents bought two bottles of champagne at a Tops supermarket before the first Super Bowl appearance. We watched the game at my grandparents' home on a tiny TV among cousins, aunts, uncles and other family. My parents were unable to pop the corks in celebration, so they saved the bottles and brought them back out for the next Super Bowl. For four years, my parents had those bottles of champagne ready for the victory dance, and for four years they went unopened. They held on to the bottles for years, hoping.

 

In 2001, my grandfather passed away, and with him my dream of watching the Bills win the Super Bowl with him. A few years later, my dad's sister died unexpectedly, and another piece of the dream slipped away.

 

After I moved to D.C., my parents passed the champagne on to me. I've carried those bottles with me through five homes, two cities, one divorce, two marriages, the birth of my son and another child on the way. I've said goodbye to friends, lost faith, and found it again. I've raised my son, who knows nothing about the unsealed wounds of a city, to become a Bills fan. Those bottles of champagne are still with me.

 

One day soon I hope to pop those corks and drink a toast to hopes fulfilled at last, to heartaches healed, to ghosts vanquished and to dreams realized. The champagne will likely have turned to bitter vinegar by now, but I reckon it'll be the best tasting thing my lips have ever known

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My parents bought two bottles of champagne at a Tops supermarket before the first Super Bowl appearance. We watched the game at my grandparents' home on a tiny TV among cousins, aunts, uncles and other family. My parents were unable to pop the corks in celebration, so they saved the bottles and brought them back out for the next Super Bowl. For four years, my parents had those bottles of champagne ready for the victory dance, and for four years they went unopened. They held on to the bottles for years, hoping.

 

In 2001, my grandfather passed away, and with him my dream of watching the Bills win the Super Bowl with him. A few years later, my dad's sister died unexpectedly, and another piece of the dream slipped away.

 

After I moved to D.C., my parents passed the champagne on to me. I've carried those bottles with me through five homes, two cities, one divorce, two marriages, the birth of my son and another child on the way. I've said goodbye to friends, lost faith, and found it again. I've raised my son, who knows nothing about the unsealed wounds of a city, to become a Bills fan. Those bottles of champagne are still with me.

 

One day soon I hope to pop those corks and drink a toast to hopes fulfilled at last, to heartaches healed, to ghosts vanquished and to dreams realized. The champagne will likely have turned to bitter vinegar by now, but I reckon it'll be the best tasting thing my lips have ever known

Great stuff here!

 

All of us will be sipping along with you. Keep the faith!

 

GO BILLS!!!

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I have an unopened box of Kelly Krunch.

 

Sadly, I recently discovered that my Flutie Flakes have disappeared.

 

My step-children, having grown up on the island of Mindanao in the Philippines, apparently don't appreciate the sacrosanct nature of Bills memorabilia. It's a mystery beyond the comprehension of the uninitiated.

 

Obviously, I'm failing as a step-dad.

Well, apparently that answers the question of whether they are still edible. If they didn't grasp the importance of the Flutie Flakes, maybe they have a Bills Super Bowl Champs tee shirt that they cherish? You're not failing... you're reshaping history!

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My parents bought two bottles of champagne at a Tops supermarket before the first Super Bowl appearance. We watched the game at my grandparents' home on a tiny TV among cousins, aunts, uncles and other family. My parents were unable to pop the corks in celebration, so they saved the bottles and brought them back out for the next Super Bowl. For four years, my parents had those bottles of champagne ready for the victory dance, and for four years they went unopened. They held on to the bottles for years, hoping.

 

In 2001, my grandfather passed away, and with him my dream of watching the Bills win the Super Bowl with him. A few years later, my dad's sister died unexpectedly, and another piece of the dream slipped away.

 

After I moved to D.C., my parents passed the champagne on to me. I've carried those bottles with me through five homes, two cities, one divorce, two marriages, the birth of my son and another child on the way. I've said goodbye to friends, lost faith, and found it again. I've raised my son, who knows nothing about the unsealed wounds of a city, to become a Bills fan. Those bottles of champagne are still with me.

 

One day soon I hope to pop those corks and drink a toast to hopes fulfilled at last, to heartaches healed, to ghosts vanquished and to dreams realized. The champagne will likely have turned to bitter vinegar by now, but I reckon it'll be the best tasting thing my lips have ever known

I like your story here.

 

Those of us old enough to know the Superbowl years well ALL have a bottle of that same champagne of yours waiting to be uncorked. At least on a metaphorical level if not a literal one.

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My parents bought two bottles of champagne at a Tops supermarket before the first Super Bowl appearance. We watched the game at my grandparents' home on a tiny TV among cousins, aunts, uncles and other family. My parents were unable to pop the corks in celebration, so they saved the bottles and brought them back out for the next Super Bowl. For four years, my parents had those bottles of champagne ready for the victory dance, and for four years they went unopened. They held on to the bottles for years, hoping.

 

In 2001, my grandfather passed away, and with him my dream of watching the Bills win the Super Bowl with him. A few years later, my dad's sister died unexpectedly, and another piece of the dream slipped away.

 

After I moved to D.C., my parents passed the champagne on to me. I've carried those bottles with me through five homes, two cities, one divorce, two marriages, the birth of my son and another child on the way. I've said goodbye to friends, lost faith, and found it again. I've raised my son, who knows nothing about the unsealed wounds of a city, to become a Bills fan. Those bottles of champagne are still with me.

 

One day soon I hope to pop those corks and drink a toast to hopes fulfilled at last, to heartaches healed, to ghosts vanquished and to dreams realized. The champagne will likely have turned to bitter vinegar by now, but I reckon it'll be the best tasting thing my lips have ever known

Make sure to pour some out for the homies (no disrespect)

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