My friendship with blue hair, gigantic beer and the Buffalo Bills stems from my desire to be enveloped in a stadium filled with energetic people screaming, chanting and otherwise being slightly obnoxious.
I really couldn’t care less about the game, and I wear my band-wagon colours with pride.
We hang-out in parking lots, cars lined up in a row, barbecuing sausages and burgers and cheering “Howdy ho!” We set up Caesar stations, chop celery and poke olives. We sit in our rusty lawn chairs beside Main St. dumpsters throwing the football with our pals.
We sing, and we dance in our united friendship.
Friendship comes in various shapes and flavours. What’s yours?
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