I’m so psyched for this NFL season! I’ve been a Bills fan since I was a kid, and nothing gets me more excited than a Bills game day. I look forward to tuning in every Sunday, shouting at the TVs, and complaining after every bad play. Not to mention, it’s a great way to hang out with my buddies. Of course, I always have to pay the cable bill before watching the game.
When you’re a Bills fan, you don’t just talk about the team; you live and breathe it. Social media’s taken over the lives of football fans everywhere, and it’s no different for us devout Bills fans. Every Sunday, it’s the same story – discussion separates us throughout the week, then we come together for the game and celebrate as one. Vehemently cheering in the chat room.
I love hearing the stories of the older fans, the “true” Bills fans, if you will. How they’ve been watching the Buffalo Bills since Carson, Kelly, and Thomas were first hitting the field. They’ve paid their dues and know what it’s like to stick with the team since Day One.
I also love the pregame speculations and the postgame reviews of the week’s events. I’m a major fan of the postgame articles and the Monday night breakdowns, especially when they’re done by knowledgeable reporters. Of course, when the Bills aren’t winning, the rumors start flying. Is the coach in jeopardy? Is the starting quarterback about to be traded? Will the record turn around? It all makes for an entertaining Monday.
Sundays would be so dull without the Bills in my life. TV ratings would plummet, and I’d have my friends telling me, “There’s no sense in getting worked up over something you can’t control.” But what fun is that? It’s not like I can help it, and it’s not like I don’t still dream about the Bills winning the Super Bowl. Every fan needs something to root for, and the Bills, for better or for worse, will always be mine.
No true fan’s game day experience would be complete without tailgating. There’s no better way to get ready for a game than by cooking up some burgers and dogs in the stadium parking lot. And who can pass up a good cold one? Of course, I always double check to make sure I’m good to go before I start broadcasting the Bills anthem from the car.
I remember my first game in the stands, like it was yesterday. I was shaking with excitement, and I’ll never forget the roar of the crowd when the two teams ran out. In my mind, it was glorified; everything was super-sized. I felt powerful, important, ecstatic. Especially when the Bills scored their first touchdown. My eyes lit up and I was beside myself with joy: this was it – the moment I had been waiting for.
Before long, I was going to games all the time, finding more and more creative ways to show off my pride for the Bills. I never shied away from wearing my lucky jersey, no matter the score; I just kept tailgating and believing the Bills could make it to the Super Bowl someday. And although that day hasn’t come yet, I still put on the jersey every game, convinced that it’s only a matter of time.
I’ve started taking road trips with my buddies to away games, too. We’d board the plane or pile in the car and hit the highway, full of optimism and ready to take on the world. I never knew what kind of fan base I was up against until I got to the stadium, or what kind of rivalry these teams had. Still, I felt like the world was my stage and I was prepared to represent my team.
The energy in the stands is always electric. Whether it’s a home or away game, the stadium erupts with passionate and relentless cheering. I travel far and wide just to be in the stands for a Bills game; there’s no place like it. Suddenly, all the stressors of everyday life escape me, and I’m instantly transported to a world of screaming fans and youthful euphoria.
Going to games has made me the fan I am today. I take game days seriously and I take pride in my team. I write articles, I stay on top of roster changes, I show up to practice – it all comes with the territory. People may think I’m a little too invested in the team, but I don’t really care. I’m a Bills fan through and through – I just can’t get enough.