Ah, Buffalo

Growing up as a Buffalo Bills fan was a special kind of torture, and Super Bowl Sunday can dredge up bad memories. It’s nice to read that an alternate reality exists somewhere other than inside my head.

Tonight I may be put in the unfortunate position of cheering for Adam Vinatieri, the man who ruined what in my sadder moments I call “my one chance at true happiness” by coming through for the Patriots over the Panthers three years ago. Kind of the opposite of resenting Scott Norwood.