After Christmas 1998, I
flew up to Rochester to spend six days with Kevin. I stayed at my grandma’s place, again. The first order of business was finding me a
suitable winter coat. The one I had was
only adequate for fall or spring in upstate New York.
Kevin offered me a Buffalo
Bills jacket which I refused to wear even inside out since I was born in Texas,
and my parents had been diehard Dallas Cowboys fans for years. In fact, my mom remembers the day I was born as
being one of the most joy-filled days of her life.
She recalls the events
surrounding my birth and rather quick delivery, and she also remembers that the
Cowboys won that evening. My
stubbornness on this matter of refusing to wear fan gear for a rival football
team even for purposes of keeping warm in winter thoroughly amused Kevin, but
after hassling me for a bit, he found another coat I could wear during the
visit.
I still kid Kevin about being the only fan the Bills have left in our state, possibly
on our entire planet. Shortly after
Christmas 2014 when the Bills played the Patriots, my dear proudly announced that his
team had actually won a game.
“Does the NFL know about
this?” I quipped.
He came back with: “Of
course not. Haven’t you ever heard of “fantasy
football?”
