‘As a young girl, I was thrilled to see my dad jump in the air cheering as he watched the Bills take it in for a touchdown; or seeing him yelling at the TV in frustration and calling out plays that would have countered the interception or fumble we just saw. At “The Ralph,” I would (and still do) cling to my dad’s hand as we walked around the field while the players warmed up, in awe of how monstrous they look up close.’