I'm not young anymore but I was pretty young when the Bills were in their glory years. I grew up in Angola, NY about 45 mimutes from downtown Buffalo. At 31, I was 6 when they played the Giants in SB 25. I didn't watch it and have no recollection of it. I only remember one of the Dallas games, probably the second one.
My Dad was not a sports fan. My mom was, but not in the professional sports sense. She could tell you who was on the current team but she seemed to understand the significance of what was going on. So she bought me trading cards, felt pendants, sweatshirts and t shirts. However, I mirrors my father by ignoring the NFL because he felt it was a waste of time and just plain bad. He had his reasons I suppose.
Guys at school would talk about Kelly and Reed and Thurman and I would scoff or dismiss them. Because of my dad, I wanted to follow him.
So I don't remember those years too well because I didn't pay attention like I should have. I remember each ng onenof the late super bowls on a black and white 13 inch TV, with dials and rabbit ears. Nobody in the family was watching. It was set on and end table in the corner of the living room. The main TV was showing something else.
I bring this up because I'm a huge Bills fan and its unfortunately a large part of my identity. A win or loss shapes my work week. According to Shiva ( whatever his handle is on this forum) I'm a stupid Bills fan because I follow them blindly. I do so without any reccolection of success.
I don't know how tonight's show will make me feel. Older fans will have a more visceral reaction than me because they were more cognizant of how the super bowls affected the city and fans.
I posted this link on the Bills subreddit but that community seems to have fewer users than this forum.http://fredschrock.com/2013/09/08/bu...nning-feeling/
I remember these songs.
These songs harken back to a day when a city had unlimited confidence in their team, backed by success. My god, I cannot imagine what it must have been lime to be in Buffalo when the team was this good. These songs embody that feeling. They are corny and lack much thought but they were made to celebrate one of the best teams in the histiry of the NFL.
My Dad was not a sports fan. My mom was, but not in the professional sports sense. She could tell you who was on the current team but she seemed to understand the significance of what was going on. So she bought me trading cards, felt pendants, sweatshirts and t shirts. However, I mirrors my father by ignoring the NFL because he felt it was a waste of time and just plain bad. He had his reasons I suppose.
Guys at school would talk about Kelly and Reed and Thurman and I would scoff or dismiss them. Because of my dad, I wanted to follow him.
So I don't remember those years too well because I didn't pay attention like I should have. I remember each ng onenof the late super bowls on a black and white 13 inch TV, with dials and rabbit ears. Nobody in the family was watching. It was set on and end table in the corner of the living room. The main TV was showing something else.
I bring this up because I'm a huge Bills fan and its unfortunately a large part of my identity. A win or loss shapes my work week. According to Shiva ( whatever his handle is on this forum) I'm a stupid Bills fan because I follow them blindly. I do so without any reccolection of success.
I don't know how tonight's show will make me feel. Older fans will have a more visceral reaction than me because they were more cognizant of how the super bowls affected the city and fans.
I posted this link on the Bills subreddit but that community seems to have fewer users than this forum.http://fredschrock.com/2013/09/08/bu...nning-feeling/
I remember these songs.
These songs harken back to a day when a city had unlimited confidence in their team, backed by success. My god, I cannot imagine what it must have been lime to be in Buffalo when the team was this good. These songs embody that feeling. They are corny and lack much thought but they were made to celebrate one of the best teams in the histiry of the NFL.
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