The Bills sell out darn near every home game after 40 out of 50 years of brutal teams and humiliating defeats.
They might be pessimists on the surface, but they're eternal optimists in their hearts.
Ode to the Buffalo Bills fan:
O, how beautiful the asses
of them that fill the seats
of the Stadium of Sorrow.
Behold, they come like lambs to slaughter
every Autumn,
yet their courage to hope
leaveth even the Wolf envious
Yea, maligned city,
Yea, maligned team,
Yea, maligned Soul
which struggles within me,
yearning for justice
and redemption.
O, Buffalo,
how noble and steadfast art Thou.