I’m a Buffalo Bills Fan: Am I an Idiot?

Published November 4th, 2017

Why would anyone in their right-mind choose to be a Buffalo Bills fan? I wasn’t born a fan, yet I am today. Four Super Bowl losses in a row — torturous. The Music City Miracle — a kick in the nuts. O.J. Simpson — I don’t even want to go there. In the past 17 years, Buffalo has had more drunk fans fall from the upper deck of their stadium (one) and more dildos thrown on their field (one) than they have playoff appearances (zero). So again, why am I a Buffalo Bills fan?

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Mocking Bryan Cox of the Dolphins before the Miami game in Buffalo, 1995

I grew up in Binghamton, NY and, like most people there, I was a New York Giants fan and rooted for them against the Bills in their first Super Bowl. In 1992, I transferred in the spring semester to the University at Buffalo. On January 26th, I watched Buffalo play in their second Super Bowl with my new friends in our Ellicott dorm. That year I was rooting for the Bills — admittedly, it was more like rooting against the Redskins — and again they fell short of victory. After the game, people were crying and throwing crushed beer cars out of windows — and then everyone just said “fuck it” and we partied the rest of the night. I have a couple of good postgame stories, but I think legally, I’m not allowed to share them here.

The next two years of college brought two more Super Bowl losses, both at the hands of the Dallas Cowboys (F Dallas!). After I graduated, I took a job at a local company in Cheektowaga and finally went to my first game at Rich Stadium. It was a game against the Miami Dolphins and it may have been one of the greatest days of my life. I’m not lying, it was that much fun. I loved the tailgating and the spirit of the fans. There was electricity — and booze — everywhere. I watched Kelly, Thomas, Smith, Tasker, and Christie lead the Bills to victory over Dan Marino (seriously, what’s up with those Isotoner gloves commercials?) and the much hated Bryan Cox (F U! You gave us the finger — we gave you 160,000 middle fingers back). That was the day I truly became a fan.

Now I live in San Francisco and gather with the rest of the Bills Backers at the Northstar (thanks, Mark!) on game day. There’s nothing like Zubaz pants and drinking Blue with great friends to make you feel at home. Last year, we met at the bar and took a charter bus over to Oakland when the Bills were in town. Our amazing organizers, Maggie and Jeff, set up an incredible spread with wings and garbage plates. But here’s the best part — Andre Reed hung out and tailgated with us! What a trip that was!! As for the game, however, I’m still trying to forget how we folded in the second half.

Earlier in the season, a bunch of us also flew down to LA for the Bills game, and I finally met the legendary Pinto Ron at Busby’s West during the Saturday welcome party. That was a great weekend and we won the game! I also was at the 49er game in Buffalo and partied in the famous Hammer Lot! It was incredibly fun! And we won that game too!!

Like in any twelve-step program, the first step is admitting you have a problem. So here it is — I’m a Buffalo Bills fan. And you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing, and I’m sure as hell not moving past step one. I’m a Bills fan for life. I love the Bills and everything about Buffalo so much that I wrote a book and a song, which, I imagine, might put me in a unique category of fans. So if you like Buffalo (how could you not?) and enjoy crazy comedy, check out “Squish the Fish: A Tale of Dating and Debauchery”. I can’t wait to party with all of you in Niagara Square when the Bills bring home the Lombardi Trophy! Until then, cheers!!!

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Dave Lundy

Dave Lundy was born a devious prankster, raised in Chenango Bridge, NY (where?), and voted Class Clown in high school. While attending the University at Buffalo, he minored in English and majored in partying. After graduating college and working in Buffalo, he followed his girlfriend west to Las Vegas (alas, she wasn’t a stripper) and eventually on to California. When their cross-country fairytale came to an end, he moved to San Francisco where he’s known as "the drinker with a writing problem." While Dave’s crazy adventures are often the spark of his hilarious stories, it’s his clever imagination that takes them over-the-top.

2 thoughts on “I’m a Buffalo Bills Fan: Am I an Idiot?”

  1. Nah, just means you are a guy who likes getting kicked in the balls every time something good happens.

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