‘The other perspective – which I suspect I share with hundreds of thousands of others – is to view the Bills in the swirling, shake-your-fist-or-thank-the-heavens fashion that wraps in jinxes and good fortune and destiny and volcanic roars of living room emotion, the kind of play-by-play family necromancy that demands remembering exactly where you were standing in the house at key moments in team history, the magical belief system that can all too easily tempt you to think a Super Bowl win will always remain a twist of fate away, especially as we say farewell to elders who never got to see it.’