‘“Cold?” LeRoy asked. “I grew up at Utica and Jefferson, and we used to play football in the street all day, running through the snow on that pavement, and we never got cold.” It left him thinking of his own dad, the late LeRoy Sr., a skilled mechanic who embraced the Bills – and who would have loved to be among the 69,188 who had tickets to see the long Patriots hex so thoroughly shattered.’