You've been a Bills fan for too long if...

[keepthefaith]

…you cared what Charley Bailey says.

 

…you think Laverne is a man’s name.

 

…you remember the haze on a Saturday night caused by stadium lights and thousands of chain smokers.

 

…you remember when Sunday games started at 2:00 p.m., then later on at 1:30 p.m.

 

…you remember Saturday night games.

 

…you thought that Ernie Warlick was the coolest football player around, not because he played football, but because he owned a hamburger stand.

 

…you remember a boy scout tent on the sidelines where the cheerleaders went to change, as well as dozens of men standing on the cinder track behind the snow fence next to the boy scout tent.

 

…your dad parked the car by the armory.

 

…you know what “What’s New, Harry?” means.

 

…you think that the best home uniforms were the ones with the stripes around the shoulders.

 

…you stopped at Freddie’s Doughnuts Sunday morning before the game.

 

…your kids don’t believe that there were once real first names like Birtho, Daryle, Buster, Booth, Mack and Wray.

 

…you know the significance of the numbers 45,748 and 46,206.

 

…you remember Bills’ players missing games because they were on National Guard duty.

 

…your idea of “color commentary” is Stan Barron.

 

…you never could understand why Paul Maguire was listed on the roster as “LB”.

 

…you thought that Orchard Park was a “farming community”.

 

…you remember your dad sometimes still called it “Civic Stadium”.

 

…you know that “Duby” was a “flanker” and that “Bass” was a “split end”.

 

…you remember serious talk about the “Seattle Bills”.

 

 

For Part I, click here.

 

Your seat at the rockpile had an obstructed view.

 

You stood in a long line at the Sears at Eastern Hills Mall one evening to get OJ's autograph during pre-season his rookie season.

[K-9]

Ed Rutkowski gave a whole new meaning to the term "disaster quarterback."

 

You were amazed at Calvin Murphy's baton twirling skills during halftime at the Rockpile.

 

Mini Max Anderson was a threat to take it to the house on any given play (ok, that's a stretch).

 

You knew Robert James was gonna shut out whomever the other teams' best WR was at the time.

 

You could hop the snow fence, grab a football, and run like hell up the aisle and nobody gave a crap except the people cheering for you.

 

You thought "Earthquake Enyart" sounded more like a wrestling name.

 

Speaking of wrestling, you hated when Ernie Ladd came to town with the Chargers.

 

You loved Phil Ranallo's outrageous predictions like

 

Bills 61, Dolphins 3

 

GO BILLS!!!

[bdelma]

How about the snow fences. Classic look.

[freeagentqb]

ah yes, games played in the rain and mud on grass and you couldn't read the name or number on the jersey.

 

H style goal posts planted on the goal line.

 

less than 250 pound tackles.