My brother was at the Bills game on Sunday, against the Patriots, in beautiful Orchard Park, New York. (Things looked great for Buffalo at halftime, didn’t they?) On Monday, I asked him — via text message — how it was.
He replied: “The usual. Guys in front of us were doing lines of something. Weird.”
I thought: cocaine. Definitely cocaine. I wrote: “This is what being a Bills fan has come down to.”
He replied: “It’s very trashy. I don’t know why I still get shocked when I go to that bathroom.”
That was it. The Buffalo Bills Experience. And then it hit me: we’re old, my brother and I. But he’s right: the bathrooms at the Ralph are disgusting.