As a Bills fan living in New Jersey, I spent my Sundays surrounded by Jets fans beaming with a sense of entitlement and an arrogance usually reserved for teams that have won a title after 1968.
As a Bills fan living in Connecticut, my energy was spent saying, “I know,” to the sea of Patriots fans cascading their team’s accomplishments (along with speckles of chowda) over me daily.
Now, I am a Bills fan living in Alaska — and I don’t know what to do with myself.
Nobody here yells “Wide right,” when I’m walking down the street. Why isn't anyone mocking me and pointing out that the Bills lost four straight Super Bowls when I was in pre-school? Has anyone here even heard of the Music City Miracle? Does anyone even care?
I've spent my entire adult life putting up with Buffalo antagonists who will quickly point out my city's flaws whilst eating our "wings" from the nearby "best wings ever" joint in East Brunswick. But here? People could care less here. But that’s not ...