There’s so many experiences I’ve had in Buffalo that are irreplaceable.. however, upon my departure I’d like to reflect on a few of my favorites.
When I first moved to Buffalo it was the start of the 2008-09 Buffalo Bills season.. my cousin got us tickets to go to the home-opener vs. Seattle. I remember.. my first Bills home game… I could’ve cried I was so excited. We got there as early as we could.. if I remember correctly it was around 9am. Before the game we bought blue and red body paint. I spent the better part of two hours painting a hand-painted Trent Edwards jersey on my cousin’s torso. I will never forget the reaction we got all afternoon. Strangers, fellow tailgaters, everyone wanted to take a picture with my cousin. Humbly, he looked incredible. That’s when I truly learned about the deep-bond all Buffalo fans had with one another. The legend was undeniably true.
And then it rain… I learned really fast about Buffalo weather.. u-n-p-r-e-d-i-c-t-a-b-l-e. It was a beautiful sunny day (I was wearing shorts) and all of a sudden it was torrential downpour in the middle of the game, promptly ruining our fantastic body paint.
Another lesson? You can never rain on a Bills fan’s parade… when they’re winning. Buffalo beat Seattle 34-10 and it was announced that Tom Brady tore his ACL during his season opener… something all Bills fans celebrated. The rain? God was crying with joy.
I’ll never forget the feeling and the excitement as the Bills went 5-1 at the beginning of the season and the true depression when it all fell apart. I had been an insane Bills fan all my life… but living and breathing it everyday.. it made it different.
I remember getting into my first fight with my now boyfriend.. The 2009 season opening day at New England. The Bills lost 25-24 in a true nail-biter. I was so distressed from the game that I refused to answer his calls/texts. After, I calmly explained to him that after a loss like that, talking to someone? Definitely out of the question. He 100% understood. I’m pretty sure that’s why I fell in love with him– a Buffalo guy.
I could go on and on about Buffalo sports. I’m forever a loyal fan.