My family lived in Kenmore (Buffalo) followed by Rochester, New York during my childhood. I inherited my love and passion for Buffalo sports from my grandparents. As a child, I had no foresight into how cheering for our hometown Buffalo Bills team would become such an identity and broader community later on in life. I cheered and cried during the early 90s Super Bowl runs, endured years of the drought and continue to cheer during the current 2020s era.

I remember watching Super Bowl XXV (25) in 1991, and although I fell asleep during the 4th quarter, I clearly remember being woken up by my parents to witness the last minute, and crying myself to sleep that night. I also lost a friendly wager with a classmate and had to write one full page of the dictionary as a result.

Nowadays, as I raise my own children, I dream about the elusive Super Bowl victory. On any given day during the year, I feel goosebumps daydreaming of the scenario. I think about where will I be, I think of my now-deceased grandparents and I think about all the other Buffalo fans around the world.

And of course, I hope that the above section will need to be rewritten in February 2026.

Let’s Go Buffalo!