Being mostly centered around Buffalo my whole life, I find I can measure and mark it by versions of the Bills, better or worse. Looking back I am not bothered at better or worse so much as I am happy the Bills were always there along the ride. A constant, life can fall to ruin, but you can count on those Sundays in the fall and arguing with people who love them as much as you do, and maybe next week, next month or next year.....maybe maybe....
I remember talking about Jim Kelly with my late Dad before he died, could Kelly be the one ? My Uncle my Godfather, was buried in his Bills hat without seeing the Super Bowls, my Gram would give me a beer and we'd watch the game after she worked my stupid punk butt off, my Mom would wake me up when I worked overnight to watch the game with me after I'd come back to take care of her. My girlfriends stopped what they were doing game days to see the game with me. My Mom died quietly and peacefully in that Hospice wing donated by Ralph & Mary..people, faces, time, and the team as a constant.
Mr. Wilson said previously, he saw Buffalo as a little Detroit, implying he liked our fierce, in the stories you see he saw we WANTED football and a team to love, loved us enough to stay here, easy enough to see he could have moved and made more. There aren't many who don't bail on us sooner or later. He never did.
We had bad teams, but we had one. It's kind of funny looking back and remembering Bruce Mathison and Joe Dufek, Willie Totten, and actually rooting for them because they might really turn out to be good. He probably thought so too.
Kicked out a lot to charity, never did mean things, like Irsay or Bidwell moving their teams, like Bud Adams flipping the bird.
Sleep well Mr. Wilson, and thank you for giving me a team to love through my life. It really meant a lot more than you probably ever knew. I hated you sometimes, loved you other times, but we were always on the same train, hoping to end up the same place.
RIP.